Why is it easier to corrupt the things we love?
For we never let those things to breathe
So, we’re just keeping the press till we get any end
Such a nice control, then we forget
I was not made to please you
You’re filthy and mad
I couldn’t even fight you back
I promise that I won’t forget
Your friends will say I tease you
Their words will say that
I didn’t wanna fight you back
That closer I did let you get
God, is it true that when we die we turn into stars?
It feels like my soul’s not coming back
To carry on I convinced myself I'm still alive
I was too much young and not the first
I was not made to please you
You’re filthy and mad
I couldn’t even fight you back
I promise that I won’t forget
Your friends will say I tease you
Their words will say that
I didn’t wanna fight you back
That closer I did let you get