Black Bath
Im a tale tell sign of things to come
As I throw the dice somethings come up
But never quite happening
My world is ever black and white .
Are you the ghost
Or the puzzle . As I kiss your scars and all the mistakes I made , if you shot me you would see I was the gun all along .
Why can’t they see
I am everything with out you
And I’m everything I don’t pretend to be
It’s just one wish in the acid rain
As it eats me away
Do you see me here ?
Do you hear me .
I didn’t think so
Every night I go to bed alone .
- Amy Everett
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