Ripped Clothes Reject

My ways, my fuking ways
Are all ways to fade, to fade
Too fade away

Your face a dream
That taste a fiend
Not yours but I bitter kind indeed

I'm at ease when it's in my bloodstream
Fuck you mean went and left my country
Your screaming at a silent subject
Ripped clothes reject off a substance



Credits
Writer(s): Poppy Tears
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