you seem to think i shouldn't care, while you go about your fascist lives
overriding my screams of Nine Inch Nails coming to get me in my sleep
understand, i'm not all there when i'm like that
maybe i'm wrong, and i should burn my hair and paint my body
i do it all for HIM, when there's no reason for me to give him attention
six forty-nine, do you know where my heart went?
snuck away to purgatory, to cry, forever out of reach of eternal glory
myriads of images of what i wanted to be float by as she screams
eradicate the nicotine patches, she's addicted to them by now
is she in pain? she sounds like her heart has been snatched
forever hiding her tears behind ocean blue eyes
i wonder what she feels
does she think i'm some crazy teen too?
i bet he would if he could see me now
exacto, exactly
dry up, my pretty
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