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The Birthday Massacre
looking glass
Waiting, as Iâ??m wanting to.Speaking, as Iâ??m spoken to.
Changing to your point of view
Fading as I follow you
A boyish notion of false emotion
These words are spoken, despite my love
A foolâ??s devotion was set in my motion
My eyes are open now
Itâ??s a glass cage so I canâ??t pretend
You hide beneath the physical
I see it coming but I canâ??t defend
You cut so deep, my belief is gone
Tell me what I want to say
Save me for another day
Break me. Itâ??s the game you play.
Hate me as I turn away