Tortured

LETRA

Tortured

And eye was like 13
And it was a Sunday morning eye think
And eye think both my parents were still asleep eye remember eye was gonna play sick
So eye wouldn't have to go to church that day [don't stop] [don't stop]
And eye turned over and there he was
[my beloved] [my beloved]
Holding a pillow
He smelled of sweat & regret,
And he said...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh