MockUp — текст песни (Heatmiser)

Secondary, secondary self for myself (? )

A devil dog, a close call, somebody else

And your love, your love, your love

Its just a wicked friend and its time that youre fighting off

Are you scared that Im dying ? ? ? ? ?



Start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself

Sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else

You wanna get well on your own

But truth to tell, youve been shot to hell

Youre all f***ing holes



All I ever ? ? ? ? ?

Doing things that Ill never tell anybody else

Im not shooting, Im not shooting, Im not playing

Im here waiting for anybody

Well I guess Im not playing

Melodrama, its just me

Its just me

Its your love, its your love