Should I shut my eyes?
Can you make it like I died?
Tell me how it's: Romance over conversation.
Passion over pride, let's do it right.
And the more I see inside, the more I think this need is relative to want and wants are to justify.
We both speak in charming accents.
I hate sleeping in your absence.
Our true love is temporary.
Malice!
Malice!
I can see your empires disguised in me.
You can't see passed your lies.
Even with your eyes this wide, you're still so high and blind.
The calculations were never right.
Even with a tongue this tied, I'll speak like snow tonight.
Save me a lovesick dance tonight.
I am the morphine, you are the cyanide.
You're dressed like anger, taste like pride.
This will take some time, you should pick a side.

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