21 acessos
I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted
Was someone to knock me back to
The bliss of ignorance
Cause I feel like running head-first into traffic
And so I'm here to say that thought's in bed with pain
I won't forget the day that, that I found God
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake
And so I'm here to say that thought's in bed with pain
I stand outside my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I called the cops
To let 'em know
It's 22 Walthery Ave.
I thought I wanted this
I thought I wanted this
I'm here to say
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I think that the truth is, I'm scared
I think that I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is, I'm scared
I think that the truth is, I'm everything that I hate