Lyrics of Literature

Clean

Days turned weeks.
Weeks turned months.
Months turned years.
Still, I'm into you.

What do you have to let myself remember.
You're somewhat kind of magician. Aren't you?
Those long nights and hot summers.
Remember? Nah. It isn't true.

Shut up will you.
All you ever did was hurt me.
I ain't perfect. You too.
But, pure bullshit! I'm just a She.

She who commits mistakes.
She who fakes her name.
She who covers her shame.
She who couldn't take.

I was one of your adoring fans.
But you turned me into a whole new one.
You were one of those who were called man.
But, gentle can't be done.

You've made felt dirty.
You've made different from who I used to be.
You've torn me.
Yet, you let me free.

Clean was my name before.
Purity was my last for sure.
Now, dirt was all over my name.
You've lose the heart like you've lose your game.

Goodbye.
I don't want to see the face.
Of the person who've made this.
The person full of disgrace.