You thought you knew me
But you didn't think right this time
I was all you ever wanted
But I'm not at all right this time
My words have been twisted
My lines burned into lies
I should have guessed it
I'm just a ******* fly
On her narrow chest
Her breath, oh yes it was haunting
My chest oh **** it, i'm lying
Again, again, again
This is my life
This is how I am
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Can you get stuck somewhere else
Will I ever die, alone like the rest
Like the others, the ones I've ****** so bad
Oh good for me!
Good for you, so good for my death
Live for the worst, long for the best
Can't reach it yet
I avoid your crowd
You **** me dry
A slippery slope
A fake hill
A plastic baseball bat
I'm a liar
You're nothing to me
I'm a flickering flame
Your last call to a dying name
No friend to call
No name to scratch on the wall
If I could just feel the skin
The sun and the breeze
The last words you'll ever send
To me opening my chest again
I can't repeat another word
-The speech has left me;
my face has met the curb-
Bloodstain
Good thing. . .
I G
Left
You
I O
Told
You
I O
Was
No
D
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
You thought you knew me
But you didn't think right this time
I was all you ever wanted
But I'm not at all right this time
My words have been twisted
My lines burned into lies
I should have guessed it
I'm just a ******* fly
On her narrow chest
Her breath, oh yes it was haunting
My chest oh **** it, i'm lying
Again, again, again
This is my life
This is how I am
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Can you get stuck somewhere else
Will I ever die, alone like the rest
Like the others, the ones I've ****** so bad
Oh good for me!
Good for you, so good for my death
Live for the worst, long for the best
Can't reach it yet
I avoid your crowd
You **** me dry
A slippery slope
A fake hill
A plastic baseball bat
I'm a liar
You're nothing to me
I'm a flickering flame
Your last call to a dying name
No friend to call
No name to scratch on the wall
If I could just feel the skin
The sun and the breeze
The last words you'll ever send
To me opening my chest again
I can't repeat another word
-The speech has left me;
my face has met the curb-
Bloodstain
Good thing. . .
I G
Left
You
I O
Told
You
I O
Was
No
D
I told you. . .
Before.
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