Blood red and olive green light shroud our disfigured nights. This bottles all i have now but i watch the road from my window as if i'm waiting for someone, well it's been 3 years now and i'm still here alone, does nothing ever change?
If i were a street lamp I'd shine out proud, confident I'm lighting their way home.
If i were a tv set I'd laugh out loud, confident i'll never be alone.
If i have to stay in this forsaken room with my forgotten dreams for one moment more, G-d only knows what i'll do.
This bottles half empty now and so is my mind, there's some memory's to deep for the drink to destroy, some hurts too strong to let go.
Blood runs red when the knife cuts in deep, if only answers were as simple as this.
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