Pockets Filled With Matches

The Assassination Of...
Take this photo from the envelopeAnd look at the mess you madeAll those secrets that you hid willNow be taken to the graveTake this photo out and don't you dareGet so emotional againYou've only got yourself to blameGet up with your head held highAnd don't give up so easilyTo resign yourself would beAn insult to his miseryTake this photo hold it closeAnd remember this sense of shameYou've only got yourself to blameMy sympathy is used upMy patience is worn downYou'd better make that mind upIf you want me to stick aroundMy sympathy is used upSo tell me why I stay?And all this spins faster faster faster fasterAnd numb.. I feel so.. I feel nothingHow many times must we go through this?Letras de cancionesAnd numb.. I feel so.. I feel nothingHow many times must we go through this?Take these letters from your bedsideThrow them to the fucking flamesAll these threads you spun in your webAre nothing to this sense of shameTake these letters that you wroteAnd don't you dare come here againYou've only got yourself to blameYour lies are torn and tatteredSo just you fucking waitMight just tear you to piecesAnd I'll take my sweet time about itYour lies are torn and tatteredAll trodden into the carpetAnd you'll run faster faster faster fasterSo what are your regrets now? From Letras Mania