This is something I'm ashamed of telling but I keep telling myself that this has to get out of my mind because the way it feels is just so right
Every night I feel the heat I close my eyes and it comes to me. I confess if I've done it wrong but in those eyes I seei'm guilty and the stress that keeps me strong I feel as though my heart is empty because my lover is not with me in my secret place where I drift away.
Tell me am I a sinner? Tell me am I wrong? I know something is wrong with the picture but is not my fault
Only LITTLE MONSTERS have the knowledge and only them can understand the depth of Lady Gaga's art. Like the deepness of Telephone song, regular human mind cannot understand that. They are just like the Masons of the past, they just don't hide in crypts. except maybe in Russia