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Twisted little daydreams, with pain
Locking me behind the door
I will be a good boy, promise, I run
Sit in my room, playing with my toy gun
Now I'm older but the still eat me like disease
Alone in the darkness, you on my TV
Why did God make you so famous, he only spit on me?

I want to in your light
I to be on the news
If I take life, it's nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for

Sitting on the steps, the sun is low
The world gets very quiet as the lamps start to glow
I step out and I raise my gun, time seems to slow
For a moment, I can see myself in your reflection
I'm and I'm lonely and I'm dying for attention

I want to bathe in your
I want to be on the
If I take your life, it's personal
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for

Dying for