كلمات Kween Kat

All my days are lightning Still don't need a friend, I'm left to move Picture spread still frightening I burn those sticks alone It's not my home I feel her hand upon my leg Am I still or am I true? The words no longer feed my head A cat would never mess my bed Bold as thrills are sometimes You can't bleed every day, I'm packed away COld as he will tell you My sign is what I say And I can't say The father came, hit and run We never knew where he came from The father came, hit and run We never knew just what he'd done I'm left undone