I fake my smile under burning light
Thoughts of ending it again somehow never pass
Beautiful wanders it makes me wonder if i might
But I'll keep throwing myself to the wall in the darkest night
Ironically, I'll keep my self entertained with that.
I'll flip the hat, hide it fast, you're the first to make me feel the last
Maybe nights will pass, and I'll someday have a blast.
While I know these riots will never meet the facts, I give up, buried between walls of grey cast.
1,2,3,4 keep the pace, make sure everything's seen.
It's somehow always different when they grow 18.
Fuck your vising, your superbeing, eyes drip from shame, and pockets always clean.
Maybe I'll be green, fuck whatever it means, I crave for mistakes been finally counting.
