- cifra
ive sold out every memory i have borrowed
i had bought from you
these pictures run like water to dilute me
lay me over you
and i thought that this would be so right
and everyone and everyone
is better than you
ive felt each slow perversion fosters
dying killed the truth in me
gone quietly gone completely cold reminder what
you tried to be
and i knew that this would be so right
and everyone and everyone
is better than you
and its hard and its hated
and its hard
and if so and if so
and everyone and everyone
is better than you
