Zan, Lesha Dias - Skill Of Love

I hit my suffer, skill it up It pushed me to the ground I hit the skill of love I'm gonna get it out I hit my suffer, skill it up It brings me to the ground I hate the skill of love I wanna get out, get out I wanna get out, get out I hit myself the skill of love I wanna get out, get out I wanna get out, get out And I sense about you don't feel right It seems like I already lost my mind Don't you open the door 'Cause I feel you once more I ain't bored tonight If I open my chest You're good at being heartless But I'm nothing like the rest I hit my suffer, skill it up It pushed me to the ground I hit the skill of love I'm gonna get it out I hit my suffer, skill it up It brings me to the ground I hate the skill of love I wanna get out, get out I hate myself, I'll skill it up I wanna get out, get out I hate myself, I'll skill it up I want to get out, get out I want to get out