my heart is black,
cause i want you back,
i know its bad,
creating my own pieces,
inside my head,
but i still refuse to say,
that i'm over you.
i'm running round in laps,
man, i'm racing,
cause i know,
that i got nothing to lose,
with my foot on the pedal,
if love was a race,
i'd be prone to lose.
-filip, all rights to him.
