Letras
Laughing to your face and
Sobbing on your back
I am like a fucking coin
You got only 50 percent chance
Smiling on the tails
Sobbings on the heads
Where the bullets will end?
Either pure light or the pitch of black
Canva of mine will be ripped in the end
Punching floor but i know
Nothing's changing for sure
Only coping nothing more
Broke my knuckles doing it so
Every day i see my own death
Even if my eyes are not closed
Voices of her ringing like a megaphone
It is not fun
I got so much cut
Wound after wound
They will never stop
Not much tear left
Out of my pain
Feeling agony
Maybe loving it
Call me miserable
You will not be wrong
Saw me crying you will feel odd
Sorry for showing up like this
Im in tears
Im in blood
Bandage arms
Face with scars
Fingers crossed
Taught by lies
No advice
Peeling scars
Laughing to your face and
Sobbing on your back
I am like a fucking coin
You got only 50 percent chance
Smiling on the tails
Sobbings on the heads
Where the bullets will end