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The gates of my heart are open
The emotions flood
The tears I am crying
Will soon turn to blood
My pain is ongoing
It shouldn’t be this way
Not like this
This

Tell me, I’ve got to know
Are you the reason
For my sorrow?
It shouldn’t be this way

My fault is woven deep
Into my dreams and fears
Slowly, painfully it creeps
Showing itself clear
Downcast and pounded
Maybe I’ll survive
Hopefully the negative
Is not really alive
It shouldn’t be like this.

Dropping slowly from the sky
The blackbird and it’s friend
They’re both dead because the help required
Had already come to an end
It’s the fault of the third
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth
Should it be like this?
Not like this.

Sparkly foreheads
Leather toes
Make my blood pump strong
Continuing my woes
Exploding into neverland
That’s the way it goes.

Desire takes things over
What’s the goddamned point
Of destroying the things dear to you,
To tear apart the joint
That makes a person who they are
And makes the world go round?

I’m not where I should be
I think my job here’s done
I’ll climb into my little hole
And fly off to the sun.
The gates of my heart are open   The emotions flood   The tears I am crying   Will soon turn to blood   My pain is ongoing   It shouldn’t be this way   Not like this   This      Tell me, I’ve got to know   Are you the reason   For my sorrow?   It shouldn’t be this way      My fault is woven deep   Into my dreams and fears   Slowly, painfully it creeps   Showing itself clear   Downcast and pounded   Maybe I’ll survive   Hopefully the negative   Is not really alive   It shouldn’t be like this.      Dropping slowly from the sky   The blackbird and it’s friend   They’re both dead because the help required   Had already come to an end   It’s the fault of the third   The fourth, the fifth, the sixth   Should it be like this?   Not like this.      Sparkly foreheads   Leather toes   Make my blood pump strong   Continuing my woes   Exploding into neverland   That’s the way it goes.      Desire takes things over   What’s the goddamned point   Of destroying the things dear to you,   To tear apart the joint   That makes a person who they are   And makes the world go round?      I’m not where I should be   I think my job here’s done   I’ll climb into my little hole   And fly off to the sun.
 
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