Text: The Doppler Effect. The Accomplice.

Breaking faster through the curse
of who I am and who I want to be
All is well on your end
but not on mine could it get any worse?
I think it could
I think it will

And I can't stand the pressure
of being an accomplice to the crime

We speak in volumes through our actions
what's worse is the fact that you're not around
For what it's worth I was the one you hurt
and now you're losing out
and now I'm laughing first
I used to play you those love songs
You used to listen to love songs

Behind these bars and your eyes