Hear me spit on you, wither I Remold into gold and bury I from sun
Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe I’ll Be born and simplify the way I lie before
I get bored I get bored I get bored I’m bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out I burn that gift to you doll and let it shine before
I get bored I get bored I get bored A wish for the real one
Pissed and confinded, before me on I And we will come clean, it gets worse, it’s more
Get bored I get bored I get bored A wish for the real one
Get bored Get bored Get bored A wish for the real one
