Chrous
You Put A Bullet In My Head
Turned Black Thoughts To Red
This Could All End In Tragedy
I Dream Of Your d**h Lay You Down To Rest
I Wont Look Back In Fond Memory
But Time Marches On, Like A Soldier, Are You A k**er
I Think I What You Are, A Theif In The Night
And Though It's Taken Me So Very Long To Figure You Out
Your Throwing Stones, Your Gla** Castle Is Falling Down
On Top Of Your Good Times, Im Not Interested In Working This Out
Chorus
And Thats What You Are
A Sad Plastic f**ing Mess
and thats what you are, a sad plastic f**ing mess
dont come to me with how your
tired, used up and just barely getting by
because I would walk on by and not even,
not even kick you when your down
though you would deserve it because you are lower than, the lowest dog
but this is the part where I say goodbye
and let the sands of time, blow over us
Say goodbye, and let the sands of time blow over us
You Never Had To Crawl
You Never Had To Say What It Feels Like
To Be So Trapped Underneath
The Weight Of Someone's World Comes Crashing Down On Me
I Was Longing To Be Free, I Put The Bullet In You And Me
This Is My Farwell To You And I
This Will All End Tragedy