Lyrics Buffalo 021 - Pheno, goto eight

Buffalo 021

Your shape of eyes was perfect
Your skin so innocent
I love your soul but you
Inspire me for bullet
Your shape of eyes was perfect
Your skin so innocent
I love your soul but you
Inspire me for…
I don’t need any type of meds
Any type of conversation
Feel myself like sick puppy
And little depressed
I fucked up everywhere
You know…
From running dreams till your death
Hope you’ll find someone else
Ticket to the Buffalo
(I take) ticket to the Buffalo
From running dreams till your death
I know you want me to change
Ticket to the Buffalo
(I take) ticket to the Buffalo
Leave yourself without a feels
Look upon you
What you see
Be my sadness when i fall in your skies
This is painful life
I don’t give a fuck
How to live it
And what do you want from me
I love the shape of your eyes
I love the shape of your eyes
I love your skin
I love your voice
I love your soul
No one knows where he find death
No one lives without a tears
Devil did nothing wrong
Grit your tears…
Grit your tears…
First you speak
Then you trust
Then you lose
Then you treat
Im so awful
Im defeated
Of the map
I lost my dream
First you speak
Then you trust
Then you lose
Then you treat
Im so awful
Im defeated
Of the map
I lost my love