I've been treated so wrong,
I've been cheated so long
as if I'm becoming untouchable.
I'm a slow dying flower.
I’m the frost killing hour.
Sweet turning sour & untouchable.
I need the darkness, the sweetness,
the sadness, the weakness.
Ooh, I need this.
Need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight,
Angel, sweet love of my life.
Ooh I need this.
