Crying… over… you.

My love is aching for you, my love.
My love is aching for you, my heart.
I’m crying,
I’m hurting.

My heart is aching for you, my love.
My head is aching for you, my heart.
I’m crying,
I’m hurting.

My heart is aching, my love.
I’m hurting,
I’m crying,
I’m hurting,
Hurting.
C r y i n g o v e r y o u . . .

La voce nell’ultima frase è tanto distorta. Mi ricorda tanto come sentivo i suoni quando mi strangolavo per sentire la sensazione di ipoventilazione.