
Coming after me
Coming down the fast lane
Coming after me
I would like to change back now to the shadow of my former self
It follows me around
Did you lie to us
Now you know your not so sure
Moving in a swamp
They follow me around
Now a days I get panicked
I cease to exists
I feel absolutely nothing
The words are out of ink
The words you know are out of ink
It follows me around











