Текст песни
I want to cry
When i meet the homeless dogs
I'm not going to lie
I wish i could fly like birds
I'm bad at easy things but at least
I'm better then you
Butterflies kill themselves
It's bitter true
There is no point pretending to be alive
Sadness and delight
Spotless sight
Don't try to hide
They are everywhere
Inside and in the air
The dead people stare, stare
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Arms so cold and eyes so blind
It's not whining, i just tired
Different people same old shit
Crooked smile of funny creep
