Testo Framce - Botch

Framce

Yeah, I’m buring faces, and covering the tracks
Your eyes are so nice, I want their focus
And it won’t be long 'til, 'til you think twice of me
We owe you nothing
Yeah, the memory of a chance for you to be…
Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you
No apologizes this time, cause these 'lil guys numb my senses
I have some wishes left
And they’re mine to keep
We give bitch to the facts, I accept I accept
And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes
These tears are on tap
Goodbye I’ll send the letter tonight and it’s addressed to you