Letras
The young offender at prayer
You look good in despair
Artemis of the job
I won't stop when you stop
Faith, torn apart
Torn apart
Torn apart
Oh, no one
Oh, no one
No, no one
Yes, no one
"Oh, brother Sleep, oh, sister Finality
Your simple curtain, opening, ever opening
Mournfully appealing
What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to kill me
Crushed to death
I'm crushed to death"
Faith, turn it out
Like a hole
Turn it out
Oh, no one
No, no one
Oh, no one
Yes, no one
My room is a mess, my hair is black and blue
My new phone is pink, my dress is a fishnet dress
My face looks soft, my eye shadow is like Cleopatra
My contacts are bright green, my braces are real
My pose is for you, my freckles are for you
My shirt has no buttons, my finger is in my mouth
My hijab is polka dot, my head is resting on my wrist
My gaze is never going to settle, my beauty mark is from a pen
My wig fell off onto the pillow, my smirk is a shadow
My glasses have purple frames, my village is six thousand six hundred miles away
My arms are chubby, my nose smells horrible smells
My kiss comes from a scream, my heart is going to crack in half
My gold tooth is knocked out, my baseball cap hides the truth
My name is romantic, my thoughts are pretenders
My bra strap is a new feeling, my jaw is uneven and unsure
My posture is by demand, my skirt is thrown up over my head
My curls are fading fast
My ambition is still, it is still to be a star
My pajamas don't fit very well, my knees hurt
My little shirt matches my little shorts, my skin feels like a breaking vase
My appearance will stress you out, my bikini looks dumb
My shower is the least refreshing thing about it
My only recourse is there is no recourse