Compositor: STOMP
If you think you’re doing this
To fuck my life
You already did
Long before you knew
My sight blurs at the whispers of this silent prayer
My sight blurs
My life turned
Into a hell you can’t imagine
I’m not sick
I just don’t think no more
I’m not attached to those feelings
Deconcentrate, neutralize
If you think you’re doing this
To fuck my life
U already did
Long before you knew