In My Inner

Rule one don’t think that you are my fucking son
But don’t order me like you are my fucking mother
Two have a angry face but be nice
Rule three fuck with me and with my art

Had a guy that I stayed during the carnaval
This type but his bisexuality is just when he's out
Older but it seens to be younger
I know he wanted me but prefered to be muscle

I said
That we wore a perfect met
But pacience I don't have
Is not just with you is with myself

Get stressed every minute
And than I fuck all my feelings
Could had learned in my inner
But than I do it twice
Of my own rules I'm a sinner
I say things that I don't mean it
It’s getting so hard to breath in
Really don’t have fire to fight

I'm trying to love the mirror
Losing weigh, forget the wirdo
Caring myself just to be with yo
But I need to forget about this patron tho

See myself great and know I worth it more
Forget how myself love got that low
And see this stuck world as a begin
For me, cause if it’s not I’ll freak

Do you know how to taste faith?
Wanna feel my love and my veins
My head are getting insane
Want to feel love in my veins

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, don’t fight