Justified a love of the unripe
The pictured is not enough
One's son, savored
Licked, the taste of iron
Be quiet, we'll play a game
Don't tell them or you'll get the blame
What is this game
That was supposed to make me feel good
Please don't touch me
Is this right?
Should I just play along?
Please just leave me
And take a look at your face through the
Eyes of the lens
Ashamed of the pain you inflicted
Why are you doing this to me?
Why am I hurting so much?
Why would you touch me?
Is this the end now?
When I get there
I will tell Him
Where were you then
Dear Abba