When you love like that, there's not much more you can say. When your knees are bent, you've probably not ready to see. When you cry those tears, it doesn't ease my fears, make me bleed for you, it's probably something you'll do.
The blind can clearly see, there's definitely something wrong with me, the deaf can't hear, there's probably still something that you want to share.
When a man chooses to run, you know it's definitely not for fun. When your head is spinning, because there's no chance in leaving. These dreams I see, forever hinder my speech, freedom's just out of reach.
Mind's eye, it doesn't lie, tangled up by your torrent of lies,. Things move magically around the room, for the reasoning of leading one to believing, their vision is clearly conceding, could it gaslit dreaming?
Because when a man can really love you like this, it would be for me to insist, no impeccable kiss is worth a sinister bliss. Because when he reaches for you with his hand, it was always his intention to drag you down.
Pretty little smile, eyes are on you. Pretty little lie, consumed by you, pretty little mind, controlling the time. Pretty little reasons, you'll pursue justice. Pretty bloody heinous, you're going to make me famous.
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