«If I could start with words Cause it's the only hope of feasting I got left And everything I love about you is a mess Smash the mirror and break the palm in his hand (I) want to be better than I amIf I could start with words Cause it's the only hope of feasting I got left And everything I love about you is a mess Smash the mirror and break the palm in his hand (I) want to be better than I am
