DS: kkaynzinho

Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see the road that's matchin' my soul?
Look, tell me the stats whenever the smoke clear out of my face
Am I picture-perfect, or do I look fried?
All of that green and yellow, that drip from your eyes is tellin'
Tell you demise, I went to my side
To push back the ceilin', and push back the feelings, I had to decide.