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

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

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

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

Dying for