Текст песни SonGodSuns (2Mex) - I Didn`t Mean to Touch Your Hand (The La
SonGodSuns (2Mex) - I Didn`t Mean to Touch Your Hand (The La слова песни
I didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI really hadn`t looked in the mirror in a whileDidn`t notice that I was an inferior styleThank you for bringing back the fearHadn`t been on the depressive tip for the better part of the yearI let this MC thing get to my headI forgot that I had wanted to be deadYou were the only girl that guessed that I was a phonyAnd that I only owned lonelinessI`m sorry that my touch felt like clutch or a crutchOr other ugly things of the suchFor a little minute I had thought that I was in the middleOf beginning to play this game with youI`d actually win itWow how could I actually thought that now in your honorI bow thank you for being so dopeThank you for seeing no hopeUncomfortable zone your boyfriend wants me to be aloneI`m calling the mystical experiencesMental and unhealthy psychical appearancesI run a dozen or a thousand yardsI know that it never was in the cardsYou can`t be a king when you`re a twoI can`t really sing this in front of youBecause your royal flushHas defeated my loyalty mushThe thing that I see with my eyesOr this rush underwater and yet a seamless crushI miss you so muchI miss you so muchI miss you sooo muchI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI really hadn`t looked in the mirror in a whileDidn`t notice that I was an inferior styleThank you for bringing back the fearHadn`t been on the depressive tip for the better part of the yearUncomfortable zoneYour boyfriend wants me to be aloneI`m calling the mystical experiencesMental and unhealthy psychical appearancesI run a dozen or a thousand yardsI know that it never was in the cardsYou can`t be a king when you`re a twoI can`t really sing this in front of youBecause your royal flushHas defeated my loyalty mushThe thing that I see with my eyesOr this rush underwater and yet a seamless crushI miss you so muchI miss you so muchI miss you sooo muchI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesqueI didn`t mean to touch your handI didn`t realize that I was so grotesque