We accept the love we think we deserve
I'm Fi.
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse, and your pillow is red. Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all you need.
I'm Fi.
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse, and your pillow is red. Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all you need.
