I share your passions and then I think to myself
Why would I truly appreciate everything you wanted me to do
Mass destruction was all you left
Left on a desert
Shot in the head
I care about your life and that is confidential but I still want you close
You cut me out of the painting
You dropped me out with the only thing I hated
Mass production of your words stored in my mind, headed forward to seeing you soon
Towards my disclosure
Why would you do that?
And you said you were
"testing my faith"
Testing my hate, while opening the gate to the house
I saw you
And you ran
Your reply was deleted from my life
Most infatuated girl who thinks she is a queen
I think to myself
Why would I truly appreciate everything you told me to do, if I'm not trying at all
Falling backwards
Starting over
Finding a new cover for my life, playing the track over and over