This is human You're not grieving You're just making fun, of me Twelve years into a carnal blindfold I stuck to my guns Until you told me
I did the brave You're laying You're called my bluff I'm shaking
Paper tulips on your eyelid You say you don't wanna do this Paper tulips on your eyelid You say you don't wanna do this
[?] this time but I'm on your side Know I can be hot and cold at the same time That's the one paradox in me you don't like Give you eveything you want in life But you're running from me like I'm hiding something Sininster behind these lines Girl, suicide when you told me
I did the brave You're laying You're called my bluff I'm shaking
Paper tulips on your eyelid You say you don't wanna do this Paper tulips on your eyelid You say you don't wanna do this
Ooh, but you've go so bored, a precious on a [?] So you never leave with the same one you came with And you try so hard to be so understanding You don't stick the letter Ooh, but you've go so bored, a precious on a [?] So you never leave with the same one you came with And you try so hard to be so understanding You don't stick the letter
Compositores: Christopher Joseph Iii Gallant (Gallant), Ajay Bhattacharyya ECAD: Obra #25320320