Fight

Why is it easier to corrupt the things we love?
For we never let those things to breathe
So, we’re just keeping the press till we get any end
Such a nice control, then we forget

I was not made to please you
You’re filthy and mad
I couldn’t even fight you back
I promise that I won’t forget
Your friends will say I tease you
Their words will say that
I didn’t wanna fight you back
That closer I did let you get

God, is it true that when we die we turn into stars?
It feels like my soul’s not coming back
To carry on I convinced myself I’m still alive
I was too much young and not the first

I was not made to please you
You’re filthy and mad
I couldn’t even fight you back
I promise that I won’t forget
Your friends will say I tease you
Their words will say that
I didn’t wanna fight you back
That closer I did let you get