Weak stills on the tile floor frame
Is my reflection really me?
I'm carrying a burden
Through a Deserted Room
Doused in dead aesthetics
You walk inside
Weak skin through a glass bowl
Ripped insides and vomit
Guilt in the end
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
I am always expired
Stuck in the past, won't let go
I am always expired
Stuck in the past, won't let go