The Possessive Psycopath
So this is the song he was working on that day?
Your traces remains
Like a photograph buried in the years
And they torture me
Leaving me with nothing
Wherever I go
You are there
Through the days, I tried to cope
Through the nights, I am dope
The light seems dark
When the eyes can't see
In my head
You keep on hunting me
The breeze felt cold
When the ears can't hear
In my head
You keep on calling me...
My name
Who I used to hate
You speak with it
With flowers and roses
You, giving me voices
You, flash your smile