I Think It's A Love Song

My skin peals, I feel like steel,
like an empty glass, that needs a refill.
Look at my face, cause it compensates,
the taste of the oppisite of grace.
Say my name, cause it lost its flame,
touch my hair, cause I lost my flair.
Talk to me and you will see:
My voice sounds like a stretch melody!
Cause you are the man, I want to hold your hand.
You are the one, that I finally want!
Why-y-y-y-y Kiss my lips! Feel my hips!
Look into my eyes, until they farewell disguise.
Hold me close, cause I’m a withered rose.
Nobody to be hold and no water to unfold.
Make me smile, I haven’t smiled for a while!
Make me laugh, cause I hold my breat.
Whisper to me, that you see through me!
Your voice sounds like a stretch melody.
C’se you are the man, I want to hold your hand!
You are the one, that I finally want!
But you, you sacrifice! You walk from the left to the right!
And I, I close my eyes; shaking and trembling and crying and asking me
why-y-y-y, why-y-y-y-y, (mmhmh)
Should I be feelin' sorry, (Yeaeaeaeaaaah)
You are the man, I want to hold your hand. (yeah)
You are the one, that I finally want!
But you, you sacrifice! You walk from the left to the right.
And I, I close my eyes, shaking and asking me why (why is hold longer)!