^CI'd like to ^Gbelieve, ^FIn one thing that you ^Csay to ^Gme. ^CWould you like, to ^Gleave? ^FWhen I try to t^Galk it ^Coff, ^GJust turns out to ^Cbe. ^AmTurn on the ^Cstove, In the ^Glittle tiny rooms that our fri^Fend calls a ^Chome. ^AmMy head fills with ^Cheat, From the ^Gknife in your hand to ^Fmy...

I'd like to understand, What you think about and why it seems so bad. It's only escape, From everything I know I'm weak. Know that I'm sad. Turn on the stove, In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home. My head fills with heat, From the knife in your hand to my... Sand.

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