Everything burn

I should've guessed It's not fucking poetic at all
Sound of her voice and taste of lipstick I looked for
It makes me feel so sick yeah I won the prise
I'm happy now watching it burn

Everything burn see I dance
with eyes open wide enjoy
Leave me alone I don't care
real or not get the fuck out

Taste of wine remains fresh and sweet
6 a.m. grey rain thoughts aloud May be It's good
that I will never see her again 
I dont know why I feel my whole world burn