Lose Control - Evanescence

You don’t remember my name.

I don’t really care.

Can we play the game your way?

Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life,

I think it’d be nice,

Just to lose control, just once,

With all the pretty flowers in the dust.

Mary had a lamb.

His eyes black as coals.

If we play very quiet, my lamb,

Mary never has to know.

Just once in my life,

I think it’d be nice,

Just to lose control, just once.

If I cut you down to a thing I can use,

I fear there will be nothing good left of you