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YOU HAVE TO WAIL
So, they found you lying
on the bathroom floor
You invited death
and locked the door
The blame's on me
it's all my fault
Your face was blue
your intentions untold
a kiss goodbye
would be your last word
Your eyes staring beyond the space
A needle was still
atached to your skin
people wondering
of where you have been
It's been a few hours that you've entirely gone
Half naked,
livid,
slow throbbing heart
So sad,
quiet and blank
maybe it was fear drawn on your face
Your unfortunate finder,
brother in blood
he yelled 'mom!',
she said 'what?'
Misery's sudden visit and laugh
A smokey spoon with drops of lime
They didn't get
there on time
condoling lines..His will is unknown
Was it God's lack
of angels' need?
Was it the evil giving deamons a treat?
Or was it Fate, this fucking whore?
"His liver's sick remains", they claim
It 's adulterated heroin in his vain!
What the hell are they looking for?
The clock has stopped
My life's on hold
I was often crazily being told: "You should have died instead of him"
I know this church..
..it's where I said 'YES'
holding some purple lilies..
..holding him
The churche's gate
A broken frame
A scream..GET UP!!
No answer back
A marble grave and a broken dream
Sweet suicide..if only I...
No, nevermind..
I'd better hide..
No, I wanna die..
You mother fucker, tell me why!
A car's bumper is creeping up
I wished I'd soiled it with my blood
but someone grapped my skinny arm
It's getting dark
and I can't sleep
no matter how hard I try
It's getting dark
and I'm falling in love
with the silence of the night
Don't speak to me
Get out of here
I want no living anywhere near
I don't exist
so I won't be missed
but then I change my mind
I run and run
but I won't leave
I wish I could rewind
I pretend that there're ghosts in my room
and one of them is you
I pretend you hear me and I'm asking you
..what now..what should I do?
My poison is not enough
I think it'll never be
until I fly
towards the sky..
until my own O.D.
on the bathroom floor
You invited death
and locked the door
The blame's on me
it's all my fault
Your face was blue
your intentions untold
a kiss goodbye
would be your last word
Your eyes staring beyond the space
A needle was still
atached to your skin
people wondering
of where you have been
It's been a few hours that you've entirely gone
Half naked,
livid,
slow throbbing heart
So sad,
quiet and blank
maybe it was fear drawn on your face
Your unfortunate finder,
brother in blood
he yelled 'mom!',
she said 'what?'
Misery's sudden visit and laugh
A smokey spoon with drops of lime
They didn't get
there on time
condoling lines..His will is unknown
Was it God's lack
of angels' need?
Was it the evil giving deamons a treat?
Or was it Fate, this fucking whore?
"His liver's sick remains", they claim
It 's adulterated heroin in his vain!
What the hell are they looking for?
The clock has stopped
My life's on hold
I was often crazily being told: "You should have died instead of him"
I know this church..
..it's where I said 'YES'
holding some purple lilies..
..holding him
The churche's gate
A broken frame
A scream..GET UP!!
No answer back
A marble grave and a broken dream
Sweet suicide..if only I...
No, nevermind..
I'd better hide..
No, I wanna die..
You mother fucker, tell me why!
A car's bumper is creeping up
I wished I'd soiled it with my blood
but someone grapped my skinny arm
It's getting dark
and I can't sleep
no matter how hard I try
It's getting dark
and I'm falling in love
with the silence of the night
Don't speak to me
Get out of here
I want no living anywhere near
I don't exist
so I won't be missed
but then I change my mind
I run and run
but I won't leave
I wish I could rewind
I pretend that there're ghosts in my room
and one of them is you
I pretend you hear me and I'm asking you
..what now..what should I do?
My poison is not enough
I think it'll never be
until I fly
towards the sky..
until my own O.D.
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