i was so fixiated at what was outside than what was inside.
i wanted freedom, unrestricted,
but i was trapped by my fixiation of that particular moment,
where u leaned on me and i tasted the sweetness of ur lips.

it was an addiction, the death of me.
i wont let u bury it,
i wont u smother it,
i wont let u murder it.

u've created something beautiful,
but the contridiction of it all,
it became the death of me.

it was unfortunate.
unfortunate to have had u gerl.

without wax,
syam.

unfortunate to have had you, gerl...

without wax,
syam.

i need a fucking ciggarette.