Texty: So They Say. I Won't Tell.

I am not the messenger, I am just a silhouette
I know that I may not seem like a stranger
I am not the Antichrist but I sing her
Who just might resist a kiss from you and

I might be a little late
But I will be exactly what you will never be

I wont try on with your secrets
I think I should go
And that's for all that you've wasted
Just know I have no soul

You are not the reason why
The seasons change before my eyes
I am not here to seek your approval
See your face put in like the painting on the wall

I might be a little late
But I will be exactly what you will never be

I wont try on with your secrets
I think I should go
And that's for all that you've wasted
Just know I have no soul