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• Artiste: Senses Fail
• Titre: Angela Baker And My Obsession With Fire
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I won't forget the day that, that I came to And I started thinking that theres more than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons. And all i ever wanted was someone to Love me back to the bliss of ignorance cause I feel like running head first into traffic And so I'm here to say, that thoughts enbed with pain. I wont forget the day that, that I found god In a kitchen knife now, inked on my arm. So paint the pale white floor with, with my red blood And now my selfish pain is, the pain I love As I swallow the pills of happiness and you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake. And so I'm here to say, that thoughts enbed with pain. I stand outside of my pretty house I light a match to start the fire I call the cops to let them know It's 22 Walthuree Ave. as I thought I wanted this I thought I wanted this. (I'm here to say) I said I wanted some more attention I thought I wanted a story ending. (I love the pain, I hate the pain) I just give in. I think that the truth is I'm scared I think I'm just scared to live I think that the truth is I'm scared I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate