baby, maybe im not what you thought
but you are the thought in my head
circling like a vulture within my brain
praying on my spirits appetite
loving me towards insanity
you could pull me into an endless abyss
but i would always love you
always need you
but i have to let you go
always say this to my self on nights like this
when the bells are ringing down snowy death
of your sunshine blanketing my darkness
baby baby, aren't you ready to come clean?
sweetie sweetie, give me my wholeness back? no?
you lie.
play my strings again, thoughts in my head
play me the fool, puppeteer holding me dead
I'm trying not to destroy myself
with your laughter meddeling in my hand
clear the bed off, make a mess of me
dissect what you have done
see the records of your lies untold
you have broken me and i still love you
rain rain, pour away onto these open wounds
puppeteer, play with your fool trapped in your love
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