i see you for what you really are
you're nothing but a pile of bones
so paper white
crush them
crush them
crush them
i will crush them
sweep them into a pile and throw them out my front door
the only air i breathe is that of your paper white bones
and cigarette smoke that lingers when i come home
please tell me that it won't take too long
for us to get
for us to get home
i have a feeling that there's something wrong
something so terribly wrong
tell me what's wrong
something will change before the day is gone
before your eyelids fall surrendering to slumber
please don't run away from here
i am fearful
please be weary of this fear i feel
please don't run away from here
i am fearful please stay where i can see you my dear
all is see is your bones
so paper white

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