Gret. - Valentine Lyrics

You're giving me
Fatality
Your eyes turn into gold
And if your thoughts could see
What you're doing to me they'd grow older

And if your mind began
To fit the plan
Your heart turned into prison sand
Then you fit your
Hand into his hand and I'm frozen

What's it gonna be (hey yeah)
What are you to me (hey yeah)
Cuz your game isn't fair, no
No, your game isn't fair

So when I'm counting my sheep
I close my eyes and I can't breathe
I need to fit in
But I couldn't win to me

It's all because of the good times

I tried to distract
But I want it back
I forgot what you're willing to be

I handled it bad
Hell, I hope you're mad
The killer is starting to freeze (freeze)