Why is it easier to corrupt the things we love? For we never let those things to breathe So, we’re just keeping the press till we get any end Such a nice control, then we forget I was not made to please you You’re filthy and mad I couldn’t even fight you back I promise that I won’t forget Your friends will say I tease you Their words will say that I didn’t wanna fight you back That closer I did let you get God, is it true that when we die we turn into stars? It feels like my soul’s not coming back To carry on I convinced myself I'm still alive I was too much young and not the first I was not made to please you You’re filthy and mad I couldn’t even fight you back I promise that I won’t forget Your friends will say I tease you Their words will say that I didn’t wanna fight you back That closer I did let you get