I never claimed to know the road ahead But did you ever listen to a single word I said? No, you were busy fighting all those ghosts in your head
A cold breath of wind from misery's tired wings Put a big bird in a small cage and see what kind of song he sings
(Chorus) No, there'd be no cheerful tunes No, 'cause they'd all be about you These streets bring those memories back again I feel that I'm closer to the end
Your panic-filled screams fill up these empty halls And this feeling's got you climbing on the walls Your skin is peeling off, my song is slowly killing you
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I can't hold you closer than this Still you feel so far away There's this taste on your tounge when we kiss A taste of tragedy