We should know a pleasure equally becomes sorrow
There's no trust to give and I vast there's no love to barrow
I might sound Halloween inside but I call it how I see
And I can't sleep knowing I want fame and the thing stopping it is me
But even if I get fame today I still wont be able to sleep
because laying next to is not I yearn for when I have I taste for sweets
Its this chrome thing I gotta clutch when s ask about the heat
I don't give a damn about your judgement because in my life I've never had no one to trust place pride on a shelf
mistaking lust for love and nobody to blame but myself