Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning. Lets kill the morning, let it die. Well, your eyes flash out a warning. But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight.
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning. Lets kill the morning, let it die. Well, your eyes flash out a warning. But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight.
They're waiting to hate you. So give them an excuse. They say that it changed you. I know that can't be true. . I came in the entrance. The makeup girl went through.