Texty:
Teamkiller

I see the good times passing by everything we had is slowly fading away the only things that are left are beautiful memories and the moments we have

Friends on the weekend strangers the rest how do you measure friendship why are we friends you call me a friend but do you even know me do you even

These scars I see bring me back in time when I had nothing and that was fine wasted years for a fucking wasted world there are so many fucked up memories

You come crawling to me reach out your hand as if I was something better and stare to the ground because it won?t see the insecurity in your eyes