Lock the door before you leave,
this is just another story that I refuse to recreate
The sound drowning my liver is deafening,
I'm sick and tired of playing me, playing me
I'm immortalized in still life and black and white,
They'll only know me for violent way I choose die,
Finally my face will never leave the public's eye,
Privately and silently my fame comes at a price

There's a glass woman in the basement
with all of my hopes and dreams,
So I'll drink to the occasion in the fondest loving memory
I'll be alone in my room with the symphony,
play me off for my final trajectory
Help me
Let me out

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