Flay
Flay
Flay
Flay
Flay
You cry out immensely, so cut yourself intensely
Tell me that you won't die, or fly into the sky
Flay
Flay
Your very own homicide, thoughts of suicide
I know the pain won't help, please tell me why
Flay
Flay
I'll tell you before the worst, you're living in the wrong world
I'll tell you before the worst, you're living in the wrong world
Now
Flay
Flay
Flay
Flay
Writer/s: Lost Rain
