Mental Masochism
Welcome to the old you
Hello, Hello,
Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone
Yet we still follow the old Path
Where empathy kills
And the Sympathy we find is another Lie
You were born to deceive
A puppet-master of emotion
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Exchange pleasure for pain
It's all coming t you
The facade of Joy falls again
Violet Hearts crush easy
Your Pain you don't Want this
Your Sorrow, You Want This
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Back off this fixation while you have a chance
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Sorrow-- My Emotional High
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Better to be Frozen than Numb
Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
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