Fuck.
In a spit, you always win
You always got the girl
No one would remember me
every time I left the room
A nightmare my own death once was
Is now a sparkling fantasy
A frozen lifeless corpse can walk
But I cannot feel my heartbeat still
Where are rich people supposed to go
When they are poor inside their souls?
Their empty mansions nestle sleepy
Frosts reminds me I'm alone
I had to lie for her kiss
She gave me them as pity
I am just a zombie
Without your love to warm my fingers