April
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feeling cold, feeling empty. set the stage where you want me
and this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying
and the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind
oh, but child. I’ve got vices like any other man
and I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
oh, but mother. I’ve got vices like any other man
vices that you’re not used to. vices that’ll make you think less of me
leave me numb, leave me jaded. she’s a dream, I just play dead
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. she’s the constant, and I’m her addict
she’s the only peace in this world uneasy
while I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking
the only heart I’ve ever needed
oh, but lover. I’ve got vices like any other man
vices that you’re not used to. vices that’ll make you think less of me
and this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying
and the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
vices that you’re not used to. vices that’ll make you think less of me
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. she’s the constant, and I’m her addict
she’s the only peace in this world uneasy
while I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking
the only heart I’ve ever needed
vices that you’re not used to. vices that’ll make you think less of me
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