i don't know what i been told but i just want to die alone before i'm old my hair grows cold; a mirror to my rancid soul
a ghost my mascarra runs faster than i could lipstick smudge the words that i would lather hands with the claws scraping my eyes
a ghost of someone that you might believe i might be your friend i might be clean but anything less animated/overrated than what I be; I'd be so happy to be
stay back; i don't really mean it but i'm just tryin to believe it because i just want to die alone
stay back; i don't really mean it but i'm just tryin to believe it cuz i just want to die alone ǝuolɐ ǝᴉp oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇsnɾ ᴉ znɔ ʇᴉ ǝʌǝᴉlǝq oʇ uᴉʎɹʇ ʇsnɾ ɯ,ᴉ ʇnq ʇᴉ uɐǝɯ ʎllɐǝɹ ʇ,uop ᴉ ;ʞɔɐq ʎɐʇs
lnos pᴉɔuɐɹ ʎɯ oʇ ɹoɹɹᴉɯ ɐ ;ploɔ sʍoɹƃ ɹᴉɐɥ ʎɯ plo ɯ,ᴉ ǝɹoɟǝq ǝuolɐ ǝᴉp oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇsnɾ ᴉ ʇnq ploʇ uǝǝq ᴉ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ ʇ,uop ᴉTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.