When night time just went behind my back Your lies had just designed yourself Good morning, bitch I fucked up all of your places If you die they ll love you, I think
You gonna trip again I m fed up with your fake pains Getting stoned you covered the eyes and apologized to me That s all of your life though no rhyme s done well here
Now I know Your wrist have rusted away And I know You're prey to boys like me Yhey want you only for temporary desires I'm so sorry but just as you do
