I promised myself not to sing about you
Now I hardly resist not to ask how are you
If I could I would leave everything
Now I see how I’m slowly turning into nothing
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Your dead eyes
Eyes, Eyes, Eyes, Eyes,
I hate the distance between us
I wake up in the morning
Not knowing what to do
So I sing about you
My lyrics are full of shitty words
I can hear you criticizing my own thoughts
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Your dead eyes
Eyes, Eyes, Eyes, Eyes,
I hate the distance between us
Look at the clock. It’s 5 a.m.
You are around. You’re here again.
Here is the gun. Shoot at my head.
Let’s never forgive and never forget.
And hate the distance between us.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Your dead eyes
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