Testo di Paimon Prom Dress

We scream 666 I'm sick I'm fucking sick without you We were kids back then North Americans I had you all night I was king And happy as I've ever been Oh, I get sick of my own way I think of back those days In my car, your eyes just cried I got stuck onto Annie Looking right at me You said: Jump I said: How high? Now I'm a freak I'm fitting, fitting in Oh, fit, oh, let me be