Текст песни BPD - Matt Fly

Laying wasted on the street
Trying to forget everything
Cause I know I won't quit
Leaving marks on my skin
My lungs are starting to hurt
But I do not have enough
Spilling ink on my heart
Changing the person I was

Who are you?
Staring back at me
What are you?
A devil in my dreams
La-la
La-La-La
A devil in my dreams

La-la
La-La-La
La-la
La-La-La
La-la
La-La-La
A devil in my dreams

I heard a story about little boy
He was chasing dreams
Mother told him it won't come true
Father stood there silently
Boy then grew to 18 years old
Remembering what he was told
His body tied up with strings
Attached to the mood swings

Who are you?
Staring back at me
What are you?
A devil in my dreams
La-la
La-La-La
A devil in my dreams

La-la
La-la-la
La-la
La-La-La
La-la
La-La-La
A devil in my dreams