There is still hope

I knew a witch that cursed my name and gave me all that flesh desires, in her fridge she kept some spells and others she fed to the fire, she comes from her house a verme porque le gusta venirse then the day came I felt empty all we share is on the sheets, darkest night beautiful morning a reason to keep on hoping that soon I will find the one that makes me her one and only, they say nice guys finish last in this race I'm the one walking or even catching the bus I'm the one who holds doors open.