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Twisted daydreams, memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet
I be a good boy, promise, I won't run
Sit quite in my room, playing my toy gun
Now I'm older but the memories still eat me like
in the darkness, watching you on my TV
Why did God make you so famous, when he only on me?

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

Sitting on the steps, the sun is low
The gets very quiet as the street 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 angry and I'm lonely and I'm dying for

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

Dying for