Sir  II

These broken hands..
Are the only thing, that speaks for me
If I lose you, how will I go on?
We've gone to far to turn around now
Oh, Sir, you know you've taken what is righfully mine
But return it, you shall not
I'd hit you, if it wasn't for these broken hands
You can see the fire in my eyes, You know I don't lie
But you see, I found it again, I didn't even neeed my heart anymore
Perhaps love was just an imitation of what we wanted to be
I am sick of this worthless society and all its bullshit