there's a full mood hanging behind your head
warping my view of your angel eyes
you're black on white and cleancut angles
i'll wrap you in my arms to feel my heart beat
never thought i'd admit to being weaker than you
i hate the way you push me away when i'm at my weakest
can you see my heart break everytime you do
i should lie down if only to calm the pounding in my head
haven't slept since the day you first hated me
will you sing me to sleep one last time
as i take this cocktail of drugs and alcohol
and Peter learned to love...
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