Decisions – BalthazarBy I gathered all the wrong decisionsI buried them deep beneath my skinThe blood underneath your nails disclosesYou dug them up againNow we walked around this gardenBut you were not supposed, noTo shake the very tree from where my naked innocence growsBut all that you are is what I amNow the doors unlockWhere’s much of that perfumeBut if these pretty walls could talkThe sick breath would fill the roomAnd all that you are is what I am www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20