Why
He only reaches for a spectrum, A rainbow chocolate magnum, For him i am nothing more Than a pleasure pill
Some medicine he takes to feel okay
And there i made my way To leave again with the tide
Full moon is almost there
When blood arrives every month
A cycle he remembers like Some bad men do
When I know the fade memories that i could have been touch by him too, I don't know what to do
Bad Man is the clue On purpose operating To one's matter i matter
He never sends me a love letter
So why do i care?
Why do i care?
Why?
Nadiya.