I do not want to dye my eyes blue, and hair blonde, to fit in with sun and sky. Give me hate or life. Just let me know how you relate. Is it fake or faithfulness? Your love could kill me by accident. I never shed a tear again, seeing you in my reflection. Ghosts are inescapable, so turn around to face them. You cannot plan my steps, Every heart has its own rhythm. Money flowing like water can't wash the red from our hands.
American Spirits by Keathmoon












