Lyrics

I hung myself with my own strings I counted her fingers through her rings I am here for the beautiful things She said, "I love the way that boy sings…" Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa I felt the warmth of your skin And asking myself, "where do I begin?" Don't you know, I'm made from sin? And she moved closer, inch by inch Inch by inch… Inch by inch… Inch by inch… Inch by inch… I fear I've lost myself Forgot the meaning of true wealth But hey, I've got my family and my health! I forgot all the feelings that I felt When I'm with you Whoa, whoa I don't want your pity, your fake smiling teeth… I just want someone to love me