This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do maybe throw lit cigarettes down.
something warm to hold me,
And maybe I'll catch fire,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice. This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
Most relaxing thing I do They've seen this face a thousand times
and look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
something tough to break me,
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way. something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.
something warm to hold me,
Maybe I'll catch fire,
All that evil shit's not hard to find
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
I guess I only claim to be nice.
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