Struggle just to keep my car rolling,
You struggle just to keep my mind open..
The walls are sinking and I'm soaked by what we have perfect but what is perfect ...yeah who is perfect?
Kiss of ****** and the touch of black angel. I bot my myself a shirt to cry on and a thick muzzle. You're lying and I know it! Evicted now we're open! I wished it but so hated the fact that the truth is not gunna come out now I look to a boyfriend that sad and full of maverick should I let it go like he said or become his black angel and never hold my wings again?