Fantasy - Cromwell

I’m sick of being in the back of your mind

Constantly drenched with lies

I’m sick of being in the back of your mind

You drive me insane sometimes

I feel like I could…

The battlefield is way too far

I’ll stab you here

I’m sick of me getting all of the pain

I think it’s you that should cry

I’m sick of being in the back of your mind

Constantly drenched with lies

From honest eyes

The battlefield is way too far

I’ll stab you here

My fantasy is where I go

To kill you

All the time

My reply

To what you put me through

I will find

Peace of mind

But not with you

Say goodbye