Soft voice
Soft appetite
I'm hurt, but I'm alright..
I'm still chasing echoes
But who is to blame?
So call me a loser
But I could be a killer
Mythical tales are not what I write
Because these colored eyes
Don't want to fight
Now I might fall down
Succumb to your shove
And wondering, I know that I could be a killer.
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