Letter

To be crowned king of a kingdom of cowards
Could be a nightmare that drains you for hours
To run through life with a social disease gone sour
Could make you feel like you’re fuling a world with now power
Over yourself
I’ll write myself this letter
And set the answers free
Explain the things we did
It’s black and white to me
And in time we’ll figure out what it is
We’ll be dedicated or separated and in the end you’ll see
All this time i bit my toongure and you still heard your cires
Body language is a dialect that you can’t miss
So i’m diving deeper and falling faster in my own abyss
All this time
And its killing me
And its killing me
I’ll write myself this letter
And set the answeres free
Explain the things we did
Its black and white to me
And in time we’ll figure out what it is we’ll be
Dedicated or separated and in the end you’ll see
The ink in my pen is for all the thieves
Please dont underestimat all my sincerity
Amidst this love and hate you kept me pure and clean
And blessed us with a gift heavier than gravity
And its killing me and its killing me
And its killing me
I’ll write myself this letter
And set the answers free
Explain the things we did
It’s black and white to me
And in time we’ll figure out what it is we’ll be dedicated to seperated
It’s black and white it’s black and white it’s black and white to me