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I'm tired of empty days filled with druid misconceptions Of the words I sputter hopelessly for you Your promise is as gold, but you're more partial to silver I'd kill to be the locket that you string around your neck Just start it over, make it right Make it tragic, paint it white You've got another chance to try Forget you're honest, and lie I can't make good of any of this Empty space that you create With your lack of courage and your sense of style It's so much better to have lost and hate Then to be void of all passion You're compatible, but you are no machine Just start it over, make it right Make it tragic, paint it white You've got another chance to try Forget you're honest, and lie Forget me; I'm just another worthless memory And you're just a mark on the paper (don't say you're not anxious baby, I can see it in your eyes) [catch me i'm falling, can you hear me calling? this happens every day...] From Letras Mania