I'm in a situation..
That I can't control..
I may misbehave..
But I'm not that devilish..
Cold ice dropped on the floor..
Mistaken me for someone I don't know..
Catch me on stage..
I won't escape..
My hands shivering..
I can tell I'm scared..
Blade cut my throat..
This mystery is to tiring..
It feels like we're on the floor..
Like stains we can't go away easily..
Pens down..
Don't take no more notes..
End out..
We're breathing without pipes..
There's red wine..
On the floor..
Don't...