Got a feeling you were alone and on the run
with your suitcase filled with razorblades and turpentine
sad eyes of a scarlet glazed in promises made too divine to be real
a runaway too shiftless to know what is wrong don't make it right
and sometimes I wonder if I knew you could I change you
or would you be the same to me right now
your reason to live became a reason to die and now you're gone
I think about you in black in white faded news paint still life memory
of a broken body in a cheap perfume disguise
well I just wanna know you found some peace before you left this place
well it's alrig
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