Tekstovi: Piebald. Sometimes Friends Fight. Deflated.

i begin to speak but leave a sentence unfinished.
you drop down my throat sour taste is left in my mouth.
taste in my mouth.
deflate.
silence is my self defense you've hurt this little boy.
i smell like smoke coz i got burnt, not cause it was in the car when you lit your cigarette.
maybe you're right i guess you're right.
you were always right you are always right