Yattering - damaged • correction
english
I wish I had the choice
now you curse me-this is your will
Some eerie force makes me act
I wish I had the choice
It is a voice I have to follow
A silent call comes from within
Sudden decisions, violent impulses
Abject emotions, insane drives
I wish I had the choice
Now you beat me - that is you will
I'd love to stroke
Your baby-face
I'd love to hold you
In my arms
But there's little love
In my grip
My tender touch
Becomes your pain
I wish I had the choice