The stars in your eyes they are burning you alive. I was better off all alone in my own world. I’m not gonna fall for something I made up. I was better off all alone in my own world.
we make believe every day
we make our lives seem like they’re still worth living
when we find out in the end
it’s only us that we’ve been kidding
just another stupid drama
that no one notices but you
and you only take an interest when
there’s nothing else to do
I know who I am but who are you?
You’re not looking like you used to.
You’re on the otherside of the mirror.
And nothings looking quite as clear.
Thank you for turning on the lights.
Thank you now you’re the parasite.
I didnt think you had it in you.
Now you’re looking like I used to!
Will you miss me?
When there’s nothing to see?
Tell me, how did this come to be?
And now there’s no hope for you and me
My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time and I feel the same
My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time
You leave with the tide
And I can’t stop you leaving
I can see it in your eyes
Some things have lost their meaning
Spirit desire spend my time, tell me that you’re always going to be my life.
Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy
Stop, whoa, back it up, now let me see your hips swing
So maybe you were right
Maybe I’m not worth the fight
You being right is not, oh it’s not nice.
I can’t give it up to someone else’s touch.
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy, your lovin’ is all I think about.
Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to pieces
Too hard on myself it would seem
That everyone could see my self-worth but me
I’ll take a stand devise plans
Figure it out
I’ll take my cuts and stitch them up
Take this razor sign your name across my wrist so everyone will know who left me like this.
What would you need me for? you’ve got friends galore, and all you’ve ever been to me is a waste of time and nothing more.
You’re gonna cry, cry, cry and you’ll want me there,
It’ll hurt when you think of the fool you’ve been.
You’re gonna cry, cry, cry.
He was in the habit of taking things for granted
Granted, there wasn’t much for him to take
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder he’d never change
Tight fisted with his compliments, it didn’t seem to bother him
that talk is even cheaper told in bulk
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder
He’d never change
