The tears suspend.   Smiles are not more than (empty love)   Locked doors can keep you alone   Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home   Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends   Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends   I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs.   I kind of like it when things are wrong.   Straight from left end,   They'll shout corrections,   And I'll decline, I'll decline   A source of comfort or some protection   And I'll decline   Smiles are not more than (empty love)   Locked doors can keep you alone   Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home   Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends   Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends   Straight from left end,   They'll shout corrections,   And I'll decline, I'll decline   A source of comfort or some protection   And I'll decline   In your throat   You will see   Surface relocated   Therapy.   All I taste of today   Is the shame (of) my whore prety   All I know are apologies   Do you feel the shame?