I had to focus on survival. Now I'm in my holy revival.

 

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

 The idea you had of me, who was she?

A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you 

Not weeping in a party bathroom

The light of freedom in my face

Everyone is not poetry

 

And I do it to hurt you

No tengo una crítica positiva. 

Canción del momento más feliz del año 

End of my savings

 

Still me here

❤️

like the worst drunk message