I die of boredom
Sleep is crazy, my dreams are smoke
They are never too lazy to imagine
I burst all of the bubbles
Oh my
My soul is a trouble
I don't endear myself in the first place
The war is a rush
I'm a mess
Tease me, get used to me
There's no place for me in life
I leave without getting used to it
Don't you ever trust me
I drink the wine and told them I drank the blood
Oh my coal black heart
Even it's dead it still has trouble
Even it's broke it still beats
Even it's tired it still beats
If you love it you suffer a lot