play the blaming game, Yes I mind, its not your turn. We play the blaming game, Yes I mind, its not your turn. I wonder... I wonder... What's next. '
: Will not be shaken, And jump into this, And be pursuasive, just carry on. Make my mind up, to go though this, Or be firm and sit in silence. 'Cause
: They say freak, When you're singled out, The red, well it filters through. So lay down, the threat is real, When his sight goes red again. Seeing
: High up on you, you display, Good traits, though few. We've found, time alone will tell. This disease, keeps me holding me down. Try to run, when
: I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within the prides begun, Saying its too late, What a man
: Grab thy hand and walk. Through... Through... Through... Through... Bring me your time, How I long for release. Shown, presently, Reveals a man,
: Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note
: I like having hurt, So send the pain below where I need it, You used to beg me to take care of things, And smile at the thought of me failing. But
High up on you, you display, Good traits, though few. We've found, time alone will tell. This disease, keeps me holding me down. Try to run, when near
Broad, is this sea The salt, enters the wounds My take, on you is simple So heal, your fear To heal, your fear Time, spent waking off shore The calm,
, You will never belong to me. Like a leach, I hold on as if we belonged, To some precious pure dream. Cast off, you've seen what's beneath, Now fail
Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note,
Grab thy hand and walk. Through... Through... Through... Through... Bring me your time, How I long for release. Shown, presently, Reveals a man, to
Ignoring a loss of sight, Afraid to blink, I might lose the sun. But don't make this out, to be more, Than it isn't behind every lie. There's a burden
They say freak, When you're singled out, The red, well it filters through. So lay down, the threat is real, When his sight goes red again. Seeing red
the blaming game, Yes I mind, its not your turn. We play the blaming game, Yes I mind, its not your turn. I wonder... I wonder... What's next. '
I like having hurt, So send the pain below where I need it, You used to beg me to take care of things, And smile at the thought of me failing. But long