soulless blue eyes keep me from myself for when you leave ill still be here left to wander around the concrete farms what do you after yr favorite harm yr cigarettes taste like opiates and still got nothing to show for it
ill be the ghost that cannot cry ill be the sadness in yr eyes
lady made of gold ill do as i am told pull my teeth out for the christmas wreath i still dont care i never will and i dont care why for how its been