don't teach me how to love it is not a new thing for me don't tell me what i must do it is clear deep in my heart don't give me thing i buy don't give me something better the phantoms of sunny days Are the shadow of another life i wait for you on an empty plain but you are stuck in everydays you see nothing in the vacuum you see nothing in your brain don't teach me how to stop don't teach me how to be yourself don't teach me how to start i live on the burned sun
it's my road. not you. it's my road. not you.
don't teach me how to dress i shouldn't follow trends don't teach me how to drive i don't have car give me your fucking masks i put them in a flame don't teach me how to live 'cause i live on the burned sun