I would still live with these cuts on my paper skin
Like how you could sleep every night with all that sin
You can drain all my blues and burn all my greens
Still I could treat you the same way as how we have been
AND WHEN YOU'RE COVERED BY RIDDLES OF WHAT TO FEEL
IN THE WAY HE DANCES HIS WORDS, YOU QUESTIONED WHAT IS REAL
YOU BECOME A POET TRYING TO RHYME THE LINE YOU'LL SAY
AND HE AS PAINTER WHO PAINTED YOU A RAINBOW WITH THE SHADES OF GRAY
His words were bullets, his mouth was a gun
And in everything he said, he never knew he killed someone.
It was late at night when I opened my eyes.
I couldn't see a thing.
Then it was suddenly hard for me to breathe.
I gasped for air but nothing came.
The face of everyone I cared about flashed before me.
I need to breathe.
I need to.
But I couldn't.
So I stopped trying.
It was meaningless.
I could not breathe, so I didn't.
Clothe me pain of my own sweet demise
Facades of you and your blind paradise
Coat me sugar with your deceiving eyes
How sweet it is kissing each other's lies