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You don't know how bad it looks,
But you know how perfectly life goes.
I know where my mind has gone,
it left me, like everything else.
it left me, my old life
just like last year, all the broken glass
similar to my twisted heart,
that has more than one way of exploding.

I know where time goes.
It doesn't fly out the window, dumbass.
An old man has it hidden away,
locked up in a golden box.
When he dusts it off it looks like a photo album.
I saw it once.

You don't know the way things work,
I do.
There's lies underneath every truth.
There's an incredibly wrong story in every childhood.
Nothing in life should ever be called an accident.
There are no mistakes. Everything is left unsolved.

There are still slaves today.
And they're not black.
I see them at my house,
in the store and on the news.
I see them every day, everyone,
they have nothing better to lose.

There is music and there is the radio.
It's not a case of good or bad.
There are artists and there are losers.
It's in the mind, not the hand.

let me
forget you
along with
everyone else
that i
forgot i
had forgotten.

go ahead, it must be what you want.
you're welcome to, there's nothing i'll do.

i'm going to be completely alone one day.

i just know it,
at least i do.

rather be alone than live a lie,
like you will do.

Description
You don't know how bad it looks,
But you know how perfectly life goes.
I know where my mind has gone,
it left me, like everything else.
it left me, my old life
just like last year, all the broken glass
similar to my twisted heart,
that has more than one way of exploding.

I know where time goes.
It doesn't fly out the window, dumbass.
An old man has it hidden away,
locked up in a golden box.
When he dusts it off it looks like a photo album.
I saw it once.

You don't know the way things work,
I do.
There's lies underneath every truth.
There's an incredibly wrong story in every childhood.
Nothing in life should ever be called an accident.
There are no mistakes. Everything is left unsolved.

There are still slaves today.
And they're not black.
I see them at my house,
in the store and on the news.
I see them every day, everyone,
they have nothing better to lose.

There is music and there is the radio.
It's not a case of good or bad.
There are artists and there are losers.
It's in the mind, not the hand.

let me
forget you
along with
everyone else
that i
forgot i
had forgotten.

go ahead, it must be what you want.
you're welcome to, there's nothing i'll do.

i'm going to be completely alone one day.

i just know it,
at least i do.

rather be alone than live a lie,
like you will do.