to live with what you've done. it's so good. lie to myself while i lie with myself. it's monday and it's raining. it's sunday in the sun. it's so good
if you were to pretend that you were so happy?
don't let the secret go. if you were so willing. but let's pray for this suicide
and all these pictures falling down around me. i've surrounded myself with all i have inside. would i bite my tongue
and live with what you've done?
selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought. there's nothing i can do. but let's pray for this suicide
and all these pictures falling down. one wish full
step to the side. and please just let me know. are you happy?
i'll decide. these stories are so old
how they match your eyes. but let's pray for this suicide
and all these pictures falling down. one wish full
and pick these pictures from the ground that surround me.