Now, was I just creative, or was I meant to be a killer killing
lovers in the street?
Sometimes the most unlikely prove themselves to be a liar.
Everything you said to me.
I'm glad I'm alive and there's no way I'm touching ground again.
I saw a blind man shackled up by his hands and feet
escaping when his face hit the concrete.
And the same way you play vicious
well, that's the same way you agree.
Endearing.
An endearing empathy.
I'm glad I'm alive and there's no way I'm touching ground again.
I'd be shot in the back by my fears.
