Fingerpoint

The things start to improve,
And its eyes are fulled one more time of tears,
Maybe tomorrow can be different,
And your mouth tries new apples
With an excellent red,
Hipnotize my mind and will see,
That my fingers can point who are wrong,
Again...

Who said that my voice cannot scream?
Who said that my body cannot fight?

Let this hour arrive,
And my lips will touch the yours,
Let my hour arrive,
And my fingers will point who are wrong,
Again...

My skin cannot continue to feel,
Like nothing had been happened,
And my choices mirror my life,
So it's used to advantage of my submission,
And has taken my soul with no question,
So that my fingers don't point who are wrong,
Again...

Who said that my voice cannot scream?
Who said that my body cannot fight?

Let this hour arrive,
And my lips will touch the yours,
Let my hour arrive,
And my fingers will point who are wrong,
Again...