I got this name I cut from glass I cut too deep and cut too fast Now I belong with you all bored on the inside And oh I know I cut you deep I close my eyes and watch you bleed Now I belong with you all borderline
And that's why I Don't have much need for photographs Because I hate Everything that comes to pass
And how I love to watch you sleep I close my eyes and watch you dream Now I belong with you all borderline crazy,
Maybe that's why I Don't have much need for photographs Because I hate Everything that comes to pass
Alone in the middle of every room Alone in crowds Alone with you I'm afraid so deeply afraid. Why if I had more to loose And I gave it all to you Would you tell me I'm the one I'm the only one
Cause I Don't have much need for photographs Because I hate Everything that comes to pass
Oh my God, you've got me pegged But I don’t mind, Cause you’ve been said To hold the key to everything That’s locked in me, So let me in
All my life I ran away But not this time I'm not afraid Of anything or anyone Are you with me?