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 I Am
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 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