Prinze George - Victor

You made a career of composure
She needs you to steer; she's hungover
Mmh hmm
He needs you to hear, listen closer
It's time to come down
Mmh hmm

And all of the things you've accomplished
They cover the light of your office
Where I am the wall of worn out, worthless
I lean on the ground

Victor, you are not who you said
You were said you
Where when we met
Mmh hmm
“Winner”, you are losing your loved ones
Oh, your loved ones
Chip by chip, bet by bet

With eyes on the road, she is flying
Away from the tide, she is shocken
I miss you so much, I am dying
I can't make a sound

Oh, Victor
Oh, Victor
Mmh hmm

Victor, you are not who you said
You were said you
Where when we met
“Winner”, you are losing your loved ones
Oh, your loved ones
Chip by chip, bet by bet

Oh, Victor
You are not my father
You are not my lover
You are all the others

Oh, Victor
You are not my father
You are not my lover
You are all the others