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Looking lost as the night disappears / I hold my breath as I wait out the fear / Swallowing the plagues I own and draped in hell from head to toe / And I design serene but I poison the inside
Think I’ll rename my heart, the calendar. / ‘Cause it’ll surely know just when to end. / And I’ve been looking at you through the telephone, / as the photograph whispers that she isn’t even home.
TURNS TO ASHESI’m not sick, I’m just a boySifting through the newfound lieAnd I’ll be crawling through these ashes and dissecting allthese fliesSince the sun has died and it is still somewhat July Is this all the world has to offer? And I don’t know how much you thought I’d beIt turns to ashes on me One more piece inside these lines Deeper harms my disguiseAnd everyone is different so everyone is slyAnd everything’s still horrible since everyone still dies Is this all the world has to offer? And I don’t know how much you thought I’d beIt turns to ashes on me Is this all the world has to offer? It turns to ashes on me No one is safe