Black Part 2: The Darkest Room
My whole life is one big dark room
Somehow I ended up dragging you down too
There's a hole in my head
That leads to the infection within
I tell you time and time again
I'm broken I'm no good
Just a washed up toy that's never in the mood.
Roses are red
Our love is turning blue
By the time this is over we will probably be through.
My whole life is one big dark room
I never wanted you to have all my gloom and doom.
They say come to the light
But my heart knows it's a lie
An addict for dramatics
Our dynamics aren't the same
In this unfair game.
My whole life is one big dark room
I ended up hurting you
And all I loved-I loved alone.
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
Black Part 2: The Darkest Room
My whole life is one big dark room
Somehow I ended up dragging you down too
There's a hole in my head
That leads to the infection within
I tell you time and time again
I'm broken I'm no good
Just a washed up toy that's never in the mood.
Roses are red
Our love is turning blue
By the time this is over we will probably be through.
My whole life is one big dark room
I never wanted you to have all my gloom and doom.
They say come to the light
But my heart knows it's a lie
An addict for dramatics
Our dynamics aren't the same
In this unfair game.
My whole life is one big dark room
I ended up hurting you
And all I loved-I loved alone.
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