I liked how you would breath,
little lies into the atmosphere
hoping for them to land,
in an innocent ear
when an innocent ear,
hears of pain,
it turns her vains, inside out
she starts to suffer,
from a drought of blood
but I still liked how you would breath,
little lies into the atmosphere
made me feel, real
as they reached my innocent ear,
and my veins turned inside out
I started to doubt, you
but I still liked how you would breath,
little lies into the atmosphere