Don't matter to me if you're alive or dead
I'll do what I want
Touch me and I'll stab you in the chest
I'll say what i want
I'll get inside your head by something I said
A bright star still rules my planet
Slowly drive you insane by something I did


Pray, pray for yourself I'll carry on
That was my shadow you stepped on

I wake up and see a blurry vision of
Your violent face that's when I think of you
You make me hate my race, the only
Memory that's left of you
Pray
Pray for yourself I'll carry on
That was my shadow you stepped on
Romy sense May 23rd 2017


left of you