All of these things mean nothing anymore
Words and smiles disappear into fogs
Deep feelings that impossible to be blocked
How much i want to tattoo that "F*** YOU" words on our temple
You've turned into someone else that i barely know
You've lost the magic in you that used to radiate from your presence
Now, you tell me what the hell has gotten into you lately??
Oh, my darling...
You choose to live under the roof of a mirror
Faked happiness that created by bunch of lies
All you can do now is no other than making lines and lines
to get f****** high
F***** up your mind further and further 'till it busted out and become the new you...
The new you...
The sweet smells that usually lingering around your body
Soon been replaced by a new type of perfume
A mixture between weed, feet, b**** and witch
Tasted like trashcan and s**** to me.
You've stopped caring about anything but
your cancer sticks, smelly liquid poisons, and sugars
under the quotation marks and not even your own damned body
Who the hell are you now, baby??
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