Flawless, strike a pose, poignant You dream of me in your bed I'm not smelling of roses Some things I haven't told you My body's filled with roaches My nose is long from lying Something is smelling rotten Don't want to try at trying
Oh dear, am I letting you down? 'Cause I'm killing your hope When I'm eating this down and You said I'm hypocritical And I think you were correct There's a knife in my bed
Is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Is this it?
My secrets and my best friends This close that you'll find out them I reek of dirty laundry Don't even think I'm sorry You're daydreaming about me Whilst I brush dirt down my teeth When you hug me I turn to dust
Oh dear, am I letting you down? 'Cause I'm killing your hope When I'm eating this down and You said I'm hypocritical And I think you were correct There's a knife in my bed
Is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Is this it?
Are you disappointed in me? Your favorite golden child is now ridden with fleas Are you upset I cannot fly? Yet you're the one that trimmed at my wings every night
Is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Is this it?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
