Marchh

[Verse]
Is it lust or is it love? Want to be good enough
I know too much, and this is how it ends
I do all you please, and now you're mad at me
Is there anything else you could be?
I pray my sins to wash away
You watch and stare, and pluck away at me
You pluck away at me, you pluck away at me
You're tearing off my wings, you're tearing off my wings