Your lips are stained with fiction
You always have your reasons
And I spoil you rotten
Your hands are sealed in pockets
You fill them with your secrets
To you, I am nothing
Your kiss, sweet like poison
You know you make me reckless
I'll run but you are friction
Your touch feels like heaven
You make me hate all my sins
You are my religion
I have a million reasons to leave you
But I have a billion reasons to keep you
I have a million reasons to leave you
But I have a billion reasons to keep you

INVIA LE CORREZIONI