Your mistake was like a warm gun
about to shoot and make me run
aimed straight at my chest
I pretend not to be upset
but it's your fault that I devour myself
the whole universe knows
do you think that i am below
but listen do you just one more time, get out of my life
don't pretend that you are not a shame
and don't pretend that i don't have the blame
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
Your mistake was like a warm gun
about to shoot and make me run
aimed straight at my chest
I pretend not to be upset
but it's your fault that I devour myself
the whole universe knows
do you think that i am below
but listen do you just one more time, get out of my life
don't pretend that you are not a shame
and don't pretend that i don't have the blame
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