Crawling under, lost in a perfect sin. What's my addiction to breathe?. I will sleep and I will breath and I will scream. 'Cause that's a part of me. .
Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize. You smell of smoke with your dirty clothes. We're all afraid of your twelve step stage. You lose control and you won't let go.
She says. She's sick of all the things that fall. And she makes. No sense tonight, her mind's alright and age sets in. . 'Cause she's pushing away. Her flight of life.