in the grave
running through the night with the devil dancing on my shoulder whispering false thoughts in my head,kissing the lips of desire because Pain is my addiction
looking into a empty mirror because I lost myself trying to make a "new me " now I hate the "new me", everyone looking at me like they never knew me
going up going down going all...
looking into a empty mirror because I lost myself trying to make a "new me " now I hate the "new me", everyone looking at me like they never knew me
going up going down going all...