If I knew then what I know now
I would have done something else, but how?
If I knew then what I know now
I would have done something else, but how?
I'm laying my head on porcelain while she creates art
I know something's wrong, but where do I start
To live for my desires instead of my beliefs?
There's something wrong with her laugh
There's something wrong with her smile
There's something wrong with her stance
It's knee-deep cushioned by consent, for having no regret
I don't want it to be like this
To live for my desires instead of my beliefs
There's something wrong with her laugh
There's something wrong with her smile
There's something wrong with her stance
There's something wrong with her laugh
There's something wrong with her smile
There's something wrong with her stance