I love you, honey, but not like that
you're turning out to be a psychopath
your eyes have no light, no soul behind their blue
it seems so me you're drowning in whatever's drowning you
I miss you, baby, but not this way
I need the old you back and I need him here to stay
your smile's just a lie, another of your tricks
well I don’t wanna play if there's a prize of falling bricks
I want you, really, but not that much
I have better things to do if you're just gonna be a ****
your face unrecognizable, a demon in your skin
I'm scared I'll someday wake up dead to find that I've ended up like him
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
I love you, honey, but not like that
you're turning out to be a psychopath
your eyes have no light, no soul behind their blue
it seems so me you're drowning in whatever's drowning you
I miss you, baby, but not this way
I need the old you back and I need him here to stay
your smile's just a lie, another of your tricks
well I don’t wanna play if there's a prize of falling bricks
I want you, really, but not that much
I have better things to do if you're just gonna be a ****
your face unrecognizable, a demon in your skin
I'm scared I'll someday wake up dead to find that I've ended up like him
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