Come with on my kite, we will fly away
So far away
Even with broken wings it's able to fly
The desire is a wildfire inside
They say without pain theres no gain
But what's left to win when I am fallen
With a bottle in my hand, creating pretty lies
I can make them proud forever
My heart is a stormy ocean
Defected innocence clogging up the system
I am hovering, I'm turning into dust in the breeze
Just listen
They say without pain theres no gain
But what's left to win when I am fallen
With a bottle in my hand, creating pretty lies
I can make them proud forever more
Pretty lies makes it easier to breathe
Lifting the souls of the unborn betrayals
Without pain theres no gain in this psycho world
Even fallen I will make them proud
They say without pain theres no gain
But what's left to win when I am fallen
With a bottle in my hand, creating pretty lies
I can make them proud forever
This will never change, there's no break
I ment to be strong but I am broken
With this bottle in my hand, I am fighting on
I can make them proud forever more