Versuri Bag Lady

 
I am not dead 
I demand I know my rights 
I know my rights 
You cover illness with flowers 
And flowers die 
And flowers die 
 
Waking I feel 
I follow mirrors that 
Make sense to me 
Make sense to me 
Never let yourself out, I did 
It ruined me 
It ruined me 
 
To be morally good 
Are we ready to love? 
A devil pretending to be a god 
Love''s written on paper, and paper burns 
Eternity is not sunrise 
 
Waking I feel 
I follow mirrors that 
Make sense to me, 
Make sense to me 
Never let your self out, I did 
It ruined me 
It ruined me 
 
To be morally good 
Are we ready to love? 
A devil pretending to be a god 
Love''s written on paper and paper burns 
Eternity is not a sunrise