we’re not pretty no we’re not rich, and everything we do we work for it.

and if life gives us scars, we just call it the fashion week

we don’t need your help, fuck you. we do our shit by ourselves.

we take no pity / no help, fuck you. keep your hand where it’s safe.

the room is empty when the dream is over.

nobody’s around if there’s nothing to offer.

black silent screen the movie is over.

get the fuck away we’ll set this place on fire.

stay at your place,

bitches like you they leave in a coffin,

i’m fine on my own, you can’t come in