I am impatient. Misunderstood.
What ever it is, I've got what it cured.
To your arms I run. My own life, it crumbles.
No longer am I damned. No longer do I stumble.
What ever it is, I've got what it cured.
To your arms I run. My own life, it crumbles.
No longer am I damned. No longer do I stumble.
That IS pretty <3
It... yeah