Bend

Got my head in the ceiling fan
Goes missing like bullets into deer skin
I just wanna believe in
Something thas pure something ur receiving

Glued my brown eyes to your face, n I'm blind
N I followed your footsteps a bleeding bloodline

Cuz we bend and we break
And we said that its not over

We try to restate
But the feeling iss just over

Cuz I love ya ayy
N thas why I stayed
Cuz I love ya ayy
N its why I have to let you go today