Paint the target where you like it You've got everything you've ever wanted It's not my fault that I dug a grave so deep Lying at the bottom, and I'm looking up She's all I see, she's all I see
I'm slipping further down a path I thought I'd never lead I've got a vacant heart that's pulsing to a broken beat He's sinking deeper now, where are your hands? How could you do this dear? How could you leave him here? Lies seeping through his skin just itching to reveal truth
There's a bottle at his side Burning as he takes a drink, he takes a drink He swallows with his pride Chasing down and breaking, breaking
Self destruction never felt so sweet Wake me up, wake me up There's an ending I'm afraid to see
Manipulations got its strings tied tightly around my wrists A soft heart and a softer spine trapped me in her grip She spun a web around me so tight I could barely breathe Finished me with three words, a lie she whispered through her teeth
A four letter lie Closet full of memories No hate in his eyes till he find he's drowning There's no hate in his eyes till he drowns in his lies as he takes a drink
There's a bottle at his side Burning as he takes a drink, he takes a drink He swallows with his pride Chasing down and breaking, breaking
Self destruction never felt so sweet Wake me up, wake me up There's an ending I'm afraid to see
Your time is up, enough of the lies and sympathy Don't make a promise you're going to break It's not over, I'm nowhere near defeat Who is the victim now? I've got more spine now than you think
He's overcoming this without your hands Now that his past has cleared, now you can leave him here Lies seeped through his skin to release him to see the truth
There's a bottle at his side Burning as he takes a drink, he takes a drink He swallows with his pride Chasing down and breaking, breaking
Self destruction never felt so sweet Wake me up, wake me up There's an ending I'm afraid to see I'm afraid to see Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
