I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself
In your arms I am drowning like the child I was
Chorus:
I need more can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling, calling, callin,g calling me
Endless skies falling freely down upon my head
So much for hopeless dreaming, frustration settles in
Chorus
Writer(s): Chester Bennington, Peter Anthony Nappi, Bob Benish, Sean C. Dowdell, Mace Beyers
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