Chain Gang

"...I’ve got shakey little fingers, that hold on to your grip
You’ve got wrapped around my world
So tight that I can’t breathe
I’m suffocating

We come crashing down
Everytime we go this far again
We come tumbling down
Everytime we go this far again
Everytime we go

I’ve got nothing that I hide except for what’s inside
I keep it all locked up, in this prison we call love..."
~ "Crashing Down", Sugarcult


I have ugly little fingers....