roses, bel air.
stunted my growth,
gave me some room.
hot and heavy with my goodbyes,
don't want to talk anymore
to the people covered in gold
I repaired myself in solitary.
handmade heaven pressing against me
I ruin and I do things I shouldn't do,
licked at wounds that I shouldn't have,
cus my mouth was filled with poison.
sorry about my clone, we act alike I know
got my eyes checked
I'm losing my vision.
painted my skin ,
not sure what I'm trying to prove
