You'll always see her in the back of a conversation
Watching out for the scars we all carry on
I know that sounds messed up
But she's been the one that spoke to me
We always care about (what's up)
When there's actually nothing to be free from
You'll get to see me all over situations
Watching out for the scars
Of self celebrations
I know that sounds insane
But what is the true price of fame?
You offer yourself to people
Providing them with something humble
(Life's a bitch) so they say
I may be rich, a little foolish
But her words are my only money
(Love's a fight) they couldn't tell
I might be cursed, lost my purse
But thanks to her i'm saved from hell
We all know how much we're messed up
Always caring about what's up
Never thinking (what does it worth)
What would you do if you'd get shot ?
Will you be lurking about (what's up)
Or will you face what's coming up?
Did you believe you deserved the things you say you do?
Or will you this time silenced your words?
Have you ever asked yourself what others have been thru?
Did you believe you deserved the things you say you do?
Or will you this time silenced your words?
Have you ever asked yourself what others have been thru?
Struggling in between
The lines that seal my keen
Slowly diving into an abyss
Of primal lights that burn & bliss