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I see a smiling face and I want to paint it black, No colors anymore, I want to turn the friendship black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until my darkness goes. I see a line of trust and Iβve decided to attack, With a jagged, silver blade, Iβll put a knife in your back. I look inside myself and see my heart is cold, Iβve left my loyalty in stories never told. I see your happy life, Iβve painted it all black, Thereβs no turning back now, Iβve put a knife in your back. Maybe if I wait, youβll see the light fade out, But Iβll be standing there, removing every doubt. Iβve spent the hours counting every crack upon the wall, Iβm waiting for the moment that I watch your kingdom fall. Iβve sewn the velvet curtains shut to keep the morning out, Iβm feeding on the wreckage of your dying, gasping doubt. The tea is turning bitter with the secrets that I keep, Iβm the shadow in the corner while youβre drifting into sleep. Iβve carved your name in cedar, Iβve buried all the keys, Iβm bringing all your arrogance down slowly to its knees. There is no map for mercy in the labyrinth Iβve spun, Iβll be the final heartbeat when your race is finally run. So close your eyes, my darling, let the darkness take its hold, Iβm turning all your silver into lead and biting cold. Iβve watched the garden wither, Iβve watched the roses die, Iβm stitching up the silence where you used to tell your lie. The floorboards know my footsteps, they whisper where you hide, Thereβs nowhere left to run now, thereβs nowhere left to bide. Iβm the ink upon the parchment, Iβm the poison in the vein, Iβm the one whoβll hold the candle while you dance within the rain No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue, I could not foresee this thing happening to you. If I look hard enough into the setting sun, My love will laugh with me before the morning comes. I want to see it black, Painted black, Black as night, Black as coal, Iβve got the knife in your back, Yeah, Iβve got the knife in your back.

