I’mages on the sidewalk speak of dream’s decentWashed away by storms to graves of cynical lamentDirty canvases to call my ownProtest limericks carved by the old pay phone In your picture book I’m trying hard to seeTurning endless pages of this tragedySculpting every move you compose a symphonyYou plead to everyone, "see the art in
The marionetter has your numberPulling your arms and legs till you can’t stand on your ownDragging your conscience on the stageand your heart gets rearrangedand you cannot tell your mentor from your MakerLook at the crowds bleeding with laughterOver the way you entertain at beckon callThey don’t see behind the lights, or the painted backgroundsThey
Collapsing was much softerStill falling always hurtOnly after sensing your loveFor always ever burnedYou justified my follyMy affluent disguiseRemoved revealing nothingYet nothing unforgiven liesUnforgiven lies No one loves me like youNo one loves me the way you doNo one loves me like youNo one loves me the way, the way that you do To touch
Don’t try to reach me, I’m already deadThe pain when it grips me, for things that I’ve done Well I try to make you proud, but for crying out loudJust give me a chance to hide awayExhaustion takes over, will this someday be over? [Chorus:] Fearful tears are running downThe pain you’ve laid don’t speak
It’s not my problem anymoreYou see it never really wasSo you can stop ‘caring’ as you call itand I’ll be fine right here You see that I can play a pretty convincing roleSo I don’t need you, I don’t think I need you [Chorus:] But you see through my forever liesAnd you are not believingAnd
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