everything I do the way I wear my noose like a necklace, I wanna make βem scared like I could be anywhere like Iβm wreck-less; I lost my mind, I donβt mind.
everything I do the way I wear my noose like a necklace, I wanna make βem scared like I could be anywhere like Iβm wreck-less; I lost my mind, I donβt mind.
then by the time i find it handy, to rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing. i go up to the ceiling, then I feel my soul start leaving like an old man's hair receding. iβm pleading on my knees repeatedly asking why it's got to be like this, is this living free?