Losing shape and colour
Pulls me from what I love
Screaming at each other
Feeling cracked inside
Like the bitches in the sun,
every mother is dying young
Insects keeps me in my destiny
Donât you leave me
Like some other did
Treat me like nonexisting
Treat me like head of nail
If you donât know me youâve got luck,
'cause you wonât care when I am stuck
