sittin alone at 7 am
how did these hours pass again
it seems i have a contract with the devil
i have a contract with the devil
and all these boys buying me expensive toys
as im in for the ride of my life
you'd think those times would be remembered well
lots of fun and everything was swell
almost died one day,but continued as if everything was ok
vodka and codeine could delay
all these homicidal thoughts and perversion of plots
im kind of an angel of death for sure
in my heart i am pure
but cant speak for myself
well,the other one of course
the cursed
the emotionally corrupted,overwhelmingly distracted cus by death i am attracted
hmm i think i overreacted,maybe its the same person
the old me
you know me
acting is part of my personality
confused reality
i dont need those gucci bags and no satanic shit
dont need those gucci bags and no satanic shit ;)
whatevz