Never had this kind of fear by gone I'll make it off for you But is that slip up? I'm mess-up, and hang-up Can't understand it What the hell is thing that makes you smile?
Turn down with pieces of the lie No way to take back I'm afraid I still can't find the things No need to stay on, if we cannot make it up
Never had this kind of fear by gone Never had let down on my own Just wanna stop this game with you, it's over I'll make it off for you But is that slip up? I'm mess-up, and hand-up Can't understand it What the hell is thing that makes you smile?
Just now, I decided to click on Winding-up A to Z Running out, drying up Will see myself passing over Bye for now
