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Words and faces,
Just another hallucination,
Meaningless embraces,
During my reality vacation,
Beautiful nightmares of the criminally insane,
And heres a stupid question,
Whats your name?
Cause so far this is just masturbation,
Because I cant distinguishe between you and me,
And I know that when the sun rises,
That fact wont make me feel free,
And I wont want anymore suprises,
As I shake from the cold in my bones,
As I sit at the edge of the edge,
Listening for the ring of one of my phones,
And I am up on this ledge,
And its so tempting to jump,
to just realease my painfully tight grip,
and from up here everyones just a little lump,
and I don’t mind falling I just don’t want to slip,
Cause it has to be my choice one way or another,
I know theres no walking in anyone elses shoes,
And I wish in this moment you would choose to be my brother,
And perhaps its only the booze,
But I feel like I need a lot of answers,
And your eyes are as glazed over as your words,
So for tonight I will be just one of the dancers,
And these seeds of doubt I will through to the birds.
So I guess this is just a warning,
You deserve as much as that,
I am gonna have to ask again in the morning,
Until then I will try to not be to much of a brat.
Just another hallucination,
Meaningless embraces,
During my reality vacation,
Beautiful nightmares of the criminally insane,
And heres a stupid question,
Whats your name?
Cause so far this is just masturbation,
Because I cant distinguishe between you and me,
And I know that when the sun rises,
That fact wont make me feel free,
And I wont want anymore suprises,
As I shake from the cold in my bones,
As I sit at the edge of the edge,
Listening for the ring of one of my phones,
And I am up on this ledge,
And its so tempting to jump,
to just realease my painfully tight grip,
and from up here everyones just a little lump,
and I don’t mind falling I just don’t want to slip,
Cause it has to be my choice one way or another,
I know theres no walking in anyone elses shoes,
And I wish in this moment you would choose to be my brother,
And perhaps its only the booze,
But I feel like I need a lot of answers,
And your eyes are as glazed over as your words,
So for tonight I will be just one of the dancers,
And these seeds of doubt I will through to the birds.
So I guess this is just a warning,
You deserve as much as that,
I am gonna have to ask again in the morning,
Until then I will try to not be to much of a brat.