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i know, i know

I’m just a little kid on the inside
Opening windows and doors all night
These monsters I adore, I invite
To come spend their precious time
Beckoning them with a wave of my hand
Arrogantly staring when I get too scared
I won’t lay down until I make a stand
If you even asked I would have never shared

We’re living in the remnants of our world
I You can’t fight them off, girl
We’re living in the remnants as toys
You can’t get them off now, boy

It’s too late, we’re buying death in little packages
Smoking it up, savoring the flavor of bitter lies
Where did your guitar go when you realized
None of us are real I’m so tired give me back something…
Indignation. Spoiled brat, I am beautiful
Classic face I am vain, perfect hips that dance to rain
Naked alone and sick, I am the long lost prince

Shadows come and make your promise real
They’ll lock me up as soon as they figure out our deal
Who is talking to me, who is that watching me
Outside my window black feathers your so dangerous
I won’t look you in the eyes again you hated me before
Was I threat to your striving prosperity?
Friends of mine as outcasts to your society?
No. black angel. You promised me. You can’t leave.

You are ugly and I am worse
a forgotton tune no one cares to curse
pucker up, get into shape
I know you aren't over rape

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Written February 18th, 2005

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