Sponging all the bullshit

Beamed by this city

It became hard to hear from my heart

When I realised it wasn't too late yet

By the time that I talked, it was

All the tears that I cried

You weren't looking at it like it's water on Mars

All the words that I told you were looked inside of myself

Myself, myself, myself, myself

Myself, myself, myself, myself

Myself, myself, myself, myself

Myself, myself, mysеlf, myself...