I should've guessed It's not fucking poetic at all Sound of her voice and taste of lipstick I looked for It makes me feel so sick yeah I won the prise I'm happy now watching it burn.
Everything burn see I dance With eyes open wide enjoy Leave me alone I don't care real or not get the fuck out.
Taste of wine remains fresh and sweet 6 a.m. grey rain thoughts aloud May be It's good That I will never see her again I dont know why I feel my whole world burn.