Type Three লিরিক্স

I have my reasons for the vices I embrace A world of treasons and I'm there only escape No one else here has conversations that drowned their head 16 is nothing and never will be til I am dead Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby Take hold the hands that need you lately I don’t want to wait, I don't want to wait on you anymore Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby Daydream that the world stands still Dancing through the fibers of time Maybe I just want to hold something that was never meant to be mine I look to heaven to save me and you call me naïve Rather be a hopeless lover than cursed with disbelief Listen carefully now to the words that I choose Speak only when you are spoken to