The days burn long than short
Like the trashcan I set on fire
While dancing manically in my room
Alone but alive
Those were the best days of my life
Alone & unafraid
Alone, even with them by my side
I know you think you stole from a spoiled home
But you fed on the powerlessness of a fragile soul
Are you happy now that you got what you wanted?
Got what you came for?
Is the score still far from even?
Cause I made friends with some black convicts today
Their stripes glistening in their habitat
But all I can do is pump music in my veins,
And maybe something a little stronger, with your help
But you walked away from me
Once you got what you wanted
"Marry me" is a plea of pain
It would have been a red wedding...
Can't believe I'm back here again
Black is all I see, and I know you like pepper
But do you have more salt to pour?
You put the fire out.
(Was that really you, or your pain-body?)