It is 4 a.m.. I'm waiting in our bed alone,. Dreaming of your embrace. Wishing you would come back home. . But you don't call,. And you don't come,. And you don''t say,.
I'm not afraid to be your lady. I'm not afraid to be your whore. I'm not afraid to be your future. I'm not afraid to be your soil. . In which you plant your seed.