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Twisted little daydreams, with pain
Locking me behind the door
I be a good boy, promise, I won't run
Sit quite in my room, with my toy gun
Now I'm older but the memories still eat me disease
in the darkness, watching you on my TV
Why did God make you so famous, when he only on me?

I want to bathe in light
I want to be on the
If I take your life, it's nothing
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for

Sitting on the steps, the sun is low
The gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow
I step out and I raise my gun, just seems to slow
For a moment, I can see myself trapped in reflection
I'm angry and I'm lonely and I'm for attention

I want to bathe in your
I want to be on the
If I take your life, it's nothing
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for

for attention