Hello, my dear I heard your funeral song Although we stand so far away And been nor friend nor foe Said you're dead inside Dont you know? There's no such thing As bones so dry That just can't come back to life We were both so very sick, you and I A cognitive dissonance of some kind Now how do you picture me - on wool cloak Disguising me as a white sheep? Oh Lord Please give me the tongue of those taught I can’t bear being that bad with words anymore I did all the wrong things For the right reasons Made you feel Wicked While acting like a real villain Can’t you see? All this time you’ve been better off Cause why would anybody miss me for? Oh Lord Please give me the tongue of those taught I can’t bear being that bad with words anymore I hate that my verbal hemorrhages Are making other people bleed
