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suicide caught your eye, scars on your wrists you can not hide
Oh your such a dreamer
being a sneaky peter
well I think I've had all my fun
playing with the trigger of your gun
Found myself a quite corner
and its plastered all over my face
oh your such a dreamer
and I'm just a fucking state
but hey hey,
tomorrow is just another day
but hey hey,
my silence is a reflection of my pain
but hey hey,
the clouds are coming and so is the rain
Oh your such a dreamer
you used ten fingers just to please her
now I'm strapped for cash
came out the mental institution a little to rash
My silence is a reflection of my pain
my shadow is cold as a grave
the suns reflection upon the rain
like my many different colours I shall fade
Give me all the strength to carry on
give me your wounds and I shall bleed from them
maybe I'm as good as dead
Telling lies I cant backup
misspent youth not giving a fuck
like a sinking stone, I've got Zopiclone in my bones
I count my blessings irrespective of my luck
The crest of your knife
blood like sea, like spindrift
of a horizon so red
these things are a plague inside my head
could I live without this touch ( of madness)
my nerves are withering to rust ( of madness)
dead white skin the colour of my sins
watch me fade away, eaten alive and eroding with decay
still I implore, in disregard of the devils curfew
I'm knocking on that door, please serve me more
guide me reckless, beat me breathless.
being a sneaky peter
well I think I've had all my fun
playing with the trigger of your gun
Found myself a quite corner
and its plastered all over my face
oh your such a dreamer
and I'm just a fucking state
but hey hey,
tomorrow is just another day
but hey hey,
my silence is a reflection of my pain
but hey hey,
the clouds are coming and so is the rain
Oh your such a dreamer
you used ten fingers just to please her
now I'm strapped for cash
came out the mental institution a little to rash
My silence is a reflection of my pain
my shadow is cold as a grave
the suns reflection upon the rain
like my many different colours I shall fade
Give me all the strength to carry on
give me your wounds and I shall bleed from them
maybe I'm as good as dead
Telling lies I cant backup
misspent youth not giving a fuck
like a sinking stone, I've got Zopiclone in my bones
I count my blessings irrespective of my luck
The crest of your knife
blood like sea, like spindrift
of a horizon so red
these things are a plague inside my head
could I live without this touch ( of madness)
my nerves are withering to rust ( of madness)
dead white skin the colour of my sins
watch me fade away, eaten alive and eroding with decay
still I implore, in disregard of the devils curfew
I'm knocking on that door, please serve me more
guide me reckless, beat me breathless.
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