as a victim of science i'm choking on life, so can you breath in for me, they're the symptoms i've felt before i was home and without you, and i'm so sick and tired, blinded by liars, now i want to know, everything that i thought was true being so hard with out you, sometimes you're right, sometimes i'm wrong, always we fight, i apologize, Marrya, I'll marry you
this chemical life is fed by desire and it breathes for you, and the mirror that i built for you. dream is so hard to consume. if i madeit to fame, can i be the same? but don't worry about me. all the pictures are covered now, all we have is in our head. hey, i'm on the way to you, i'm torn between you. |
