The guilt the repetitive consent
No reaction yet the guilt shone on
Oh its the fear
What did i do blooming burn her
The only person who makes them scared is you making it out everyone is out to get them
To kill them to hurt them
Its better if you never come ever again
Then maybe we can still have a chance to be friends
Coz the way you are is making my head a pickle
Its about to be blended to non existent
I'll have a body and no head
