Your lullabies have been
poisoned dry.
Don't worry, this false scenario
will quickly die.
It already has. I'm over the fact of this.
Acceptance for apologies have been made.
Stop jumping to foolish conclusions,
and I will take away your cloud of seclusion.
We can wish this all away
and this star will fall and swipe this
from our heads.
I played the game of Russian Roulette,
and held it at the back of your head.
Looks like the shrapnel has given you
another chance to live.
Stop jumping to foolish conclusions,
and I will take away your cloud of seclusion.
We can wish this all away
and this star will fall and swipe this
from your heads.
Wipe the blood
from those eyes of yours.
Wipe the blood
that drowns your shirt.
The pain... you're still perfect.
I hate you... you're so perfect.
