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I won't forget the day that, that I found God
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake
And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.
I stand outside my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I call the cops to let 'em know
It's 22 Walthery Ave.
I thought I wanted this.
I thought I wanted this.
(I'm here to say)
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.
 Verin · Mon Sep 12, 2005 @ 06:50pm · 1 Comments |
