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Remember Remember The Fifth Of November
Paint the roses red for every drop I've spilled for you
Paint the mirrors black for every word I thought was true
As they throw the dirt on my coffin, I lay cold and still
The same as when you broke my heart, My soul, And my will
As I struggle up this mountain of tomorrows, Alone
I remember yesterday, When you cursed me to forever roam
Blank canvas taunts me, Wishing I'd try
Pencils worn down, Wishing I'd lie
And tell the world I was the one who walked out
When it was you who ended my life with a shout
Roaming the lonely hallways, Staring at old paintings
Till I walk with purpose to your room, Filled with cravings
Staring at the rope and chair you left me with
I'll throw myself off the roof on the anniversary of the fifth
Hoping your rope will snap my neck before the landing
As I hit the ground, I still see you standing at my driveway staring
I've remembered too much
I'm too old to feel so much
Too young to know this much
As I fade away, I feel your touch
Blank canvas taunts me, Wishing I'd try
Pencils worn down, Wishing I'd lie
And tell the world I was the one who walked out
When it was you who ended my life with a shout
Paint the mirrors black for every word I thought was true
As they throw the dirt on my coffin, I lay cold and still
The same as when you broke my heart, My soul, And my will
As I struggle up this mountain of tomorrows, Alone
I remember yesterday, When you cursed me to forever roam
Blank canvas taunts me, Wishing I'd try
Pencils worn down, Wishing I'd lie
And tell the world I was the one who walked out
When it was you who ended my life with a shout
Roaming the lonely hallways, Staring at old paintings
Till I walk with purpose to your room, Filled with cravings
Staring at the rope and chair you left me with
I'll throw myself off the roof on the anniversary of the fifth
Hoping your rope will snap my neck before the landing
As I hit the ground, I still see you standing at my driveway staring
I've remembered too much
I'm too old to feel so much
Too young to know this much
As I fade away, I feel your touch
Blank canvas taunts me, Wishing I'd try
Pencils worn down, Wishing I'd lie
And tell the world I was the one who walked out
When it was you who ended my life with a shout
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