| Why do I do this to myself? |
| I leech off the dreams of someone else.
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| Wanting to be part of your perfect lives, just so I can feel «alive.» |
| And
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| it’s killing you inside, just to keep up the fight. |
| You took a shot in the
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| dark and I can’t see the light. |
| I don’t need another excuse, to hate all
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| the things I do. |
| I told you I could help, then dragged you to my private
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| hell… with your hopes and desires in tow. |
| Stoke the fire, so I won’t be
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| cold. |
| This place is never-ending. |
| Soon you’ll learn to call it home. |
| Stoke
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| the fire, so I won’t be cold. |
| Stoke the fire… burn it all. |
| Soon, there
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| will be nothing more than lies left. |
| You smile, just to pretend you don’t
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| share a bed with death. |
| But, I am holding you close and you know, it feels
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| so good for anyone to want you in this hole. |
| And it’s killing you inside.
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| You’re no longer able to hope for flight. |
| You took a shot in the dark and
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| now you can’t see the light. |
| Why do I do this to myself? |
| I leech off the
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| dreams of someone else.
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| You know as well as I, that it’s killing you inside. |