Paroles de Will Taylor

Ice you feel very nice Pressed up agents my skin As the plastic bends My bones break again Well my insides are twisted up I must have been made from the wrong stuff Well my body isn’t like yours So you would probably just get bored Glass lodged in my spine Rips a hole in my side As the tires slide I close my eyes I want to be a thought in your head Not a memory or a distant friend Well my body isn’t like yours So you’d probably just get board