Think کے بول

I can’t understand how death works when everything I hate still alive Love is something that I can’t have ‘cause I’m still blind All the bad guys smoking in the bars looks like heave to me And all the good things that he said looks like lies to me I guess you don’t like my apple juice I guess you think I’m still pure I think you’re cool but not like me I think you don’t know that I’m not clean Burning all the pages of my mother’s holy bible I was scared devil can take me away but it’s just my laugh We’re broken and walking trough the street’s that make us sick Never been so crazy but you’re like a coolest drug to me I guess you don’t like my apple juice I guess you think I’m still pure I think you’re cool but not like me I think you don’t know that I’m not clean You're sick, and I hate you now You're brave, I can hear you from the hail