Killing The Dream Thirty Four Seconds
i should have f..cking known, you are who you f..ck. and they called me
a thief. they called me a thief. nothing more than a thief, open
hands stretched out, begging you to take. but all you did was steal.
all you did was steal. see, we're all thieves. we all stole.
but only one gave it back. and this is how it ends, this epic tale.
this sad story. this tragedy. such a f..cking waste of time that's
never coming back. but thieves don't take, they only steal.
he never wrote a song for you. every word i wrote for you...now,
this is all you get. the music's getting louder, the feeling more
familiar. and you can look a thousand times, but it will never
change. i never thought this would be your song. f..ck, i never
thought this would be my song. but thieves don't write songs,
their victims write for them. i've never f..cking said it before.
i've never f..cking meant it more. f..ck you. f..ck all of you.
