Lisa Miskovsky

What was it for?
All these things I carried inside for so long
Is this my score, did you let me win, why let me begin?
You're ignorant, selfish. vulgar...
Still so beautiful
I went down on my knees
With my hands down, my head down
Wasn't it through blood that you coloured my face
When I fell outta grace, or was it true love, I died for
Sixteen times you showed me how to stop