I am sick of her attacks Can't help but I've fallen back I believe in what she says I rent space in her head
She has eyes that were made for crying
When she can't lie to get approved Lost time and so far removed Can’t afford to keep it used I'm getting ready to lose, ready to lose
She has eyes that were made for crying Weaponry, weaponry
When she hits those hits are so hard Weeping is her first playing card And I believe she believes In what she says This is my last time in her headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
