I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a
I'm the fly on your wall
and the sound I make
When she walks; testing the ground like she doesn't belive
Let me tell you a story.
A tornado is on its
There's a shape silently moving in the corner of my
Technology stands tall
I won't tell you where I'll go
Locked
Someone staring, I aim for the sniper behind the wall.
Mean
If you leave as I close my eyes
I will never
How do you fake a loving smile
How do you make
It wasn't my goal to ruin this precious moment.
(I) didn't
I see the thorn in your eye
I feel the pain
I write a hundred books to tell you how muchI
Is there anything to ease the painTo freeze my flame
This is where it endsWhen you find my secret hideoutThe
Slow-mo fantasy,Black and white slides all around us.A blood-stained rubber
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