It is my fault
The guilt I try to stop
Your wooden eyes

Your creepy glorious smile

This time of year

I want to dissapear
To go away
To travel far away


Who are you to judge
Who are you to hide behind the line

Who are you to judge

Destroyed lungs

Black cats, my princess touch
I'll find the way
In things I love to hate


I'm flying away


This is my fault