I Wish We Were Robots - Nevea Tears

There’s no love left here now.

Try to hold on, but you’ll fail every time.

Take a look in my eyes.

It’s a violent ballad from the familiar eyes.

We blame ourselves for letting poison spill.

We blame ourselves for the retro suicide…

We’re so ugly; we get pleasure in pain.

Beauty will get you fame.

We get punched in the face.