Rose-Colored Frames - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You can't rewrite what's said and what's done

I'm a mascot for what you've become

Look of what it made me

You'd followed me round in circles until I got cold

Now I can't decide if I just love the mayhem

Or if I'm loving your bad side

I'll be better

Criminal affairs, I know it's immature

Put those rose-colored frames on you

There's no detour

I'm not waiting all for you

To come up with these lies

You want something

Something concise

Some compromise

So i'll revise

I'll be better