Scream to me, you heathen.
Your voice dwindles away.
Just hide behind me then,
It is the only way.
I've suffered for you,
So you can find your way.
Inside my eyes so blue,
You're casting me to stay.
Difficult to help you now,
As you hide behind me.
Give me your problems,
And I'll make them disappear.
That's what I am used for,
A puppet no less.
Nothing else to live for,
No use for my distress.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
Scream to me, you heathen.
Your voice dwindles away.
Just hide behind me then,
It is the only way.
I've suffered for you,
So you can find your way.
Inside my eyes so blue,
You're casting me to stay.
Difficult to help you now,
As you hide behind me.
Give me your problems,
And I'll make them disappear.
That's what I am used for,
A puppet no less.
Nothing else to live for,
No use for my distress.
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