Pigeonholed کے بول

My lips rest against your forehead Your eyes close - My eyes close Our breathing falls into a rhythm Our hands embrace each other While my arms pull us in tighter Your arms are pushing me away I am fucked I have nothing because of you I've given it all to you The bastards That breed the bastards That raise the bastards That neglect the bastards Even when I tried to become something I was let down - you let me down Whether it was gently or not You affected me to a certain degree Why do I beg for acceptance in wolves Why do I look for answers in fools I guess they will have to do