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Twisted little daydreams, memories with
Locking me behind the closet
I will be a boy, promise, I won't run
Sit quite in my room, 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 to bathe in your light
I to be on the news
If I your life, it's nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for

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

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

Dying for