Waiting, as I’m wanting to.
Speaking, as I’m spoken to.
Changing to your point of view
Fading as I follow you
A boyish notion of false emotion
These words are spoken, despite my love
A fool’s devotion was set in my motion
My eyes are open now
It’s a glass cage so I can’t pretend
You hide beneath the physical
I see it coming but I can’t defend
You cut so deep, my belief is gone
Tell me what I want to say
Save me for another day
Break me. It’s the game you play.
Hate me as I turn away
Walking With Strangers - The Birthday Massacre
Gravadora: Metropolis Records
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