And I'm sure not why I'm infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
That can come about
Cause the tongue is mighty powerful
And I can name a list of...
Open your eyes and see me,
Tell me that it's not too late.
Whisper to me a sad song,
Weighing us down in shame.
I always said I believed you,
You told me that was...
"Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now
Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet
Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts