6 March 2008
And with the truth I feel inside
Could you believe me
That I could wait here all my life
For you to find me?
Faces pass me by
And these pictures never lie to me
Broken bottles on the floor
A
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks
Now it's shitty, shoddy cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream,
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