Strung Out Razorblade
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 alright to be afraid of what your eyes can't hide with both hands tied did you sink yourself did you cheat yourself how did you stray so far to end up here to know yourself is to destroy yourself and what you are you could not hide a clue is all i have to understand sound and bled instant fame in red now you're in the spotlight again a different tale with a darker twist but for sure you knew that you would always be the star no lost innocence because there never was just you and the world no fairy tale could ever end like this it's just another bad luck tale all used up and on the run from you
