Shino.

フォロー

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upper-hand And goes mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland And sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly 誤魔化しながら……笑