These waves wash over me
It cannot be the undertow is me
Call me, call me Mr Pain
As I go insane, the barbed wire cuts my veins
People say that sadness sells
Well, if that's the case then my mind
Should've gone triple-platinum by now
What'll happen next?
It's kind of hard to tell
So fucking lonely, even myself
I'm basking in my lonely paradise
Put my heart on ice, helps me feel alive
I'm waiting by the telephone
My only link to home
So alone
So tell me
What you think my mind would look like
Painted on your bedroom wall
Don't worry
I won't make a mess
You know I'm not smart anyways
Trapped in a world stuck in a fucking shell
Please, world, I bet of you:
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