I am sitting here waiting for you here
I don't feel a thing, I can't feel a thing
This is a happy song despite what they may say
Obviously, they haven't heard my other ones
They haven't heard my saddest ones
Speak slowly, I want to make this moment last
This is the part where everyone finds out,
Who the real killer is, who the real killer is
Who am I? WHO AM I? To judge and try.
Lets make a break.
Turn on the fountain and flow away through the cracks
In the ceiling, the pavement,
Where so many people have hidden their secrets away.
And there is no way! THERE IS NO WAY!
No way that things will change
While they are in charge and running the show.
How will we ever know?
I scream at the top of my lungs
Hoping someone will come for me.
I feel alone lonely
The sum of the whole greater than it's parts
Or feeling less
But someone will come for me
And slowly we leave these things,
So self-depreciating.
I am depreciating.
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