you are so experienced you pawn it off me i will suffer like your bad joke all over me the red color you begins with an x i need you but is it all just i need for me? lightening hairstyle, little tennis-shoes i wished we could forget all the pain we knew scattered eyeballs, we is just me ill leave everything before you could ever see
i wanted to be what you expect me to be but i cant behave like you want in my theatre of life
all televisions is is just an excuse for going nowhere we watch until i cry in my theatre of life
when you push through my door i could hold you in the cold but nothing but neurotic pain in my theatre of life
its all another world but our last resort to figure we are only delusions in my theatre of life