i walk the line ´till the ond of the road.
i never went that far.
i wanna drown myself in your eyeball.
the midnight pain is on the way.
it seems like this will be the day.
i don´t care and i don´t think about it.
but hey, you paint me,
you taint me like every single day.
you hate me, you fake it.
i wish you´d go away.
pain hates me, pain hates me, like every single day. it´s okay, it´s okay.
i cut out shapes of murdered dreams an pin them on your chest.
painting a numbers, little baby.
you are my favorite number one in a line of things not to become.
i don´t care and i don´t thing about it.
i never went that far.
i wanna drown myself in your eyeball.
the midnight pain is on the way.
it seems like this will be the day.
i don´t care and i don´t think about it.
but hey, you paint me,
you taint me like every single day.
you hate me, you fake it.
i wish you´d go away.
pain hates me, pain hates me, like every single day. it´s okay, it´s okay.
i cut out shapes of murdered dreams an pin them on your chest.
painting a numbers, little baby.
you are my favorite number one in a line of things not to become.
i don´t care and i don´t thing about it.