my dying wish is to have never have been born
oh to die like a whisper in a storm
my living prayer is just to tend to my affairs
like a person my age should know how to
it's going over in my head, false beginnings and losing friends
for that's the price when you've been living in the bottle
so i'll turn to something else instead
i'll lock my door and call a friend
i've come to learn that i can't do it myself
i am the maker of my very own demise
i'm the writer, i'm the actor and i sell tickets every night
so come and see me on a corner nearby
and take me home, put me back for someone else to find
i turn it over in my hands, grabbing smoke of empty plans
i've come to learn that i may never understand
the hidden meaning in my lies
im sleeping days and working nights
all of the madness and the darkened eyes
i go to bed and let my worries run free
oh to feel how they dance in wild urgency
but in my dreams there could be painted scenes
try to want them, try to want it
try to want something more for me
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