GLISTENING (interlude)

Used to make up all that shit 'cause I was insecure
So insecure
Now that I’m not insecure
Expensive diamonds on my wrist I don’t know your name
She look at my neck and it’s glistening
Look at the pain inside my heart and it’s blistering
But the rings on top my fingers show my history
They show my history (Oh)
They show my history (They show my history)
I think I’m history (Is this the end for me?)
I think I’m history (I don’t wanna go, yeah)
I think I’m history (Oh yeah)
I think I’m history (Oh no)
I keep quiet let it build up and kill me
And I’m so boring, I think I would rather listen in
I can’t cope with life, I’m done, I think I’m history
Take a glance outside the window and it’s glistening
Yeah, it’s glistening
Yeah, it’s glistening
Outside the window
Outside the window
Outside the window