The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
How precise. I see that you finally caught on
I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts
I plead guilty, now that it's all out war
Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score
We miss out by default
I'm not even trying that hard
Outside, let's see you carry your own
This is no surprise
It's not that I never told you
We both know I did
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait
From here to anywhere but you
(Or where you stand.)
Did you really think I'd make
A change to suit your skin
I don't quite fit your precious
Little cage
No more distractions
Why waste a perfect day
On your decay
So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine
Cause I'm sick
Sick of being sick
Sick of being told what or who I am
I'm worth it, every single act of love that comes my way
Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin
I don't quite fit your precious
Little cage
I will not break myself
No more