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Oh My God
Oh My God
Blue eyes left her just because her bones had no skin.
That's why she breaks a crystal ball every time she sees one in the sky.
Her fingernails get clipped by the pliers in her mouth.
Lucid rooms tend to help her out.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
Yesterday she wished she'd die but she didn't choose her words carefully.
So everybody left and she doesn't talk to anybody about anything.
Beads hang from the cieling with feathers to get lost.
Find yourself before you fall.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
The curtains, you see, they're full of shame and regret.
That's why she sets them on fire as punishment for wallowing.
She thinks about how they feel, how she feels,
But they watch her suffer more everyday.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
Blue eyes left her just because her bones had no skin.
That's why she breaks a crystal ball every time she sees one in the sky.
Her fingernails get clipped by the pliers in her mouth.
Lucid rooms tend to help her out.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
Yesterday she wished she'd die but she didn't choose her words carefully.
So everybody left and she doesn't talk to anybody about anything.
Beads hang from the cieling with feathers to get lost.
Find yourself before you fall.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
The curtains, you see, they're full of shame and regret.
That's why she sets them on fire as punishment for wallowing.
She thinks about how they feel, how she feels,
But they watch her suffer more everyday.
Oh my God, will you cut the noise?
Oh my God, will you turn the light on?
It's dark, it's cold, it's sad.
And I, my dear, don't want to cry.
Oh my God, this is so stupid.
Just stop tiring yourself.
Published 11th Dec 2014
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21st Dec 2014 9:14am
I'm not gonna lie, but too me this sounds like an in depth or prequel to Asking Alexandria's song, The Final Episode.
The title and the way you written the song has some of the feel of that song.
Awesome song though, to me it's about a woman who just keeps on suffering more and more and just can't seem to ever find a cure even though she's crying out to God.
The title and the way you written the song has some of the feel of that song.
Awesome song though, to me it's about a woman who just keeps on suffering more and more and just can't seem to ever find a cure even though she's crying out to God.
