My self-harm is running to you,
It is talking to you when we go on drives,
Holding you in my arms at dusk,
Loving you, innocently and unexpectedly,
Because you were never mine to keep.
My self-harm is running to you,
It is talking to you when we go on drives,
Holding you in my arms at dusk,
Loving you, innocently and unexpectedly,
Because you were never mine to keep.
Bohotea 