Shed all the flasehoods
Your ideal image is gone
Hurting yourself
You're hurting me
Burn the leaves,
Intoxicate the room
What once was beautiful
Is now ugly in my eyes.
But you don't care
you close your eyes
and inhale your killer as I cry.
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| Shatter the glass Shed all the flasehoods Your ideal image is gone Hurting yourself You're hurting me Burn the leaves, Intoxicate the room What once was beautiful Is now ugly in my eyes. But you don't care you close your eyes and inhale your killer as I cry. |
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