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CASSADICK POPE FROM THE SHITTY BAND CALLED HEY MUNDANE (hey monday. to those who are pm clueless)

NO BITCHES COMPLAIN, THAT'S JUST MY OPINION. her voice pretty much reminds me of alvin and the chipmunks

Pause.
Keep pushing me to the edge.
Keep trying to push me over the cliff.
Keep the hate.
Keep slicing me with your words.
Keep wishing me death.
Keep hoping I'd fade.

One of these days your wish would be granted.
I'm going to be a mere memory.
A scar.
Nothing but a name on the tomb stone.

Save the tears.
Save the screams.
I'm going home.
Far away, across rivers and behind the mountains.

Drown me in the fear and sorrow.
Find a grave to dump the body.
Hunt the soul.

One more scar.
Another open wound.
A breathe of air on your skin, freezing you over.
The bitter song on your lips.
The flower you killed.
Virgin snow you never noticed.
The last rain drop of the winter.
The ice in your heart.
The blood on your hands.

I'd love to see your face when the call comes.

Let out a shaky breath,
Lay down on the floor and take a pen
Write your final goodbyes
(do you wish to perish from the world?)
"Dead inside wreck, Dead inside wreck",
Your mind's mantra is overwhelming

But will it ever work out in the end?
Do you get your prince charming and the golden chariot?
And when your hands are shaking from fear,
And when you let tears flow freely down your cheeks,
Spreading the caked make up (your mask is gone)
All control's lost in the wind

The choir's singing 'Hallelujah'
And you wish for someone to hold you close
And sew the pieces of your heart back together
But now you're all alone in the cold February night
All alone - the paranoia's eating you alive

Hope to be standing on top of a ten story building
with no one to save you from falling
Been there before, standing in the dark
Waiting for someone to save you
Has it ever been this bad?
(was it ever so hopeless?)
No, it's never been like this...

But will it ever work out in the end?
Do you get your prince charming and the golden chariot?
And when your hands are shaking from fear,
And when you let tears flow freely down your cheeks,
Spreading the caked make up (your mask is gone)
All control's lost in the wind

Would you pull me away from the edge?