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March 31st 2014, 09:34 PM
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I walk through your pictures
More blurred than a ghost
Crossed these grey lines of terror
Praised your philosophy overdose
And you sing against the choir
Thought only heat was part of fire
But you still play with matches
Covering the burns with bandages
You released thousands of demons
In the middle of a storm
She only tried to teach you a lesson
But you prepared these wrists for war
I don't even want to walk with my friends
Its funny that you'd use ribbons to showcase the end
And we made it shower
In the middle of a field
We all fought for power
But we've only learned how to steal
I'd rather apologize for who I am
Than walk these halls for the shortest distance
But you still raise your flags
Even when they've all been painted red
So you release hundreds on demons
In the middle of the stage
Claimed you fought with passion
But your blood seems to drip down the wrong vein
And I'm scared to walk with my own friends
They might have more than one colored ribbon
The rebellion against our leaders
Only brought us to treason
You've made this an unwanted place
Who knew the world would put on such an ugly face?
I'll still walk through your pictures
More blurred than a ghost
As long as you still raise your flags
Even when they've all been painted red
And you still play with ribbons
Like its some kind of joke
But how would you feel if you made a person
Dress with a rope?
I bet they only smoked cigarettes
To burn down this school with no regrets
~I was always scared of everything, even the carousel.~
~Don't worry about me. I'm sort of feeling fine, but by tomorrow, I'll be back on my feet again.~
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive