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Twisted little daydreams, memories pain
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 memories still eat me like
Alone in the darkness, you on my TV
Why did God make you so famous, when he only on me?

I want to bathe in your
I want to be on the
If I take your life, nothing personal
a boy and his toy gun dying for attention

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, just seems to slow
For a moment, I can see myself trapped in reflection
I'm angry and I'm lonely and I'm dying for

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

Dying for