Flying Knives Fuck you... Coming from everywhere around First stabbing me, then dividing us Never even expected Fuck you... A slow death Was I blind this whole time?
I had doubts Confirm them with overly rough convidence In this gentle aggression You treat me like your possession
I won't run away, right? Fuck you. I can't do that, right? Fuck you.
Since I need you and you don't This is my breakdown. Leave me in a windy emptiness Holding all my friend's hands And pushing back my family This is my breakdown I'd rather fall now than kiss your selfishness Millions of flying knifes And one shot over all The final shot to push me to the ground Face to face with the floor Long enough to realise That I don't feel anything This is sadness And you smile at me with a bit of power in your eyes You have the power to lift me