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Meaningless (Intro)I still smell of sweatStill the scent of my giving in Try to feel regret But I want it to stay on my skin I still fantasize Close my eyes to be wrong again Still those fuck-me eyes As I'm licking the palm of my hand How the hell Am I supposed to keep my self When you are so damn far away And everything feels meaningless And I am not mine How the hell Am I supposed to keep my self When you are so damn far away And everything feels meaningless And I am not mine I still smell of sex Still her taste on my fingertips Try to feel remorse But it's hard with her wet on my lips How the hell Am I supposed to keep my self When you are so damn far away And everything feels meaningless And I am not mine How the hell Am I supposed to keep my self When you are so damn far away And everything feels meaningless And I am not mine I need something of my own I need something cutting to the bone I need something that is mine If that must be guilt, then fine How the hell I wanted something nice, but fine This guilt is a hole but it's mine I wanted something nice This guilt is a hole but it's mine! |