Lyre

So I descend, I made up my mind Just lyrics and candlelight Thiefs, Killers, Strangers Things tended to be stranger People I've threatened Them better beware I don't care Walk in my pair Sorry i couldn't make it Too bad you had to take it All by yourself No help from anywhere Wish I was there Walkin' a thin line again Talking bout these times I went Through to get through to you I repelled Everyone I know is... Either gone or hopeless It seemed to go like that I took it as a fact Ain't got no better words to express Man I'm obsessed, that's kinda messed up Kinda stressed out, I know best Or I don't make any sense, Nah