A pictures worth a thousand words. Is that why you wont verbalize your sins?
You cant hide it anymore, your as sinister as it gets.
Your a twisted evil entity, not a thing has changed.
Look at how you retained me, with your ragged edged chains.
You would think Im your victim, as you toy with my sane life.
Injected with your venom, I still smile every night.
But on the brink of losing it, you bare a wicked smile.
Its humerous to you, how I could last all this while.
Little do you know, I cant take much more of this.
Im your victim, your pawn, freedom is all that I miss.
I dont know how Ive lasted this long, but you'll never know this.
Im a victim of your pain, your a victim of my lies.
And I will always remain, a victim in disguise
As I recall so long ago
Those words you spoke to me
I realize now what you mean
But its far too late for me
You tried to fix my world
But I just ran and hid
And all those times you cried
Was all cause of what I did
I don't care what anyone says
These days aren't the worst
We can find our way home
Even if we have to die first
Truth was sweet on your lips
Don't be fooled by what you heard
Too much talk, and we both know
A pictures worth a thousand words
Wasted life believing the lies
Now its too late in the day
Children put away your toys
Now bow your heads to pray
I don't care what anyone says
These days aren't the worst
We can find our way home
Even if we have to die first
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