Lirieke: Calla. Slum Creeper.

I feel I've said all that I could say
See it your way

I'm tired

If You could see what You mean to me
In my eyes
You're blind as to what You do
So go your way out of my way
Bye

Outside, beside

Run, please hurry
If They come They'll come
Don't worry
You could be my Mother Mary
Hide behind my insecurity