i see a lover ditch his counterpart in misery
i hear the birds of prey commemorate a victory
nothing is real to me
i feel the pressure building round me like a priory
i smell your cocktail and it does something that's good for me
everything finally
and so it seems
i must go on and play a game
good riddens all the emptiness i feel
oh so ideal
this could be happening again
but it wasn't me
no it was something i couldn't steal
i see a feather twisting round in what was meant to be
i hear your reason but it's never been too clear to me
nothing is real to me
i feel the weight of everything no matter how i creep
i smell the poison and it does something that's good for me
everything finally
and so it seems
i must go on and play a game
good riddens all the emptiness i feel
oh so ideal
this could be happening again
but it wasn't me
no it was something i couldn't steal
i see a lover ditch his counterpart in misery
i hear the birds of prey commemorate a victory
i just couldn't undertand

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