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Twisted little daydreams, with pain
me behind the closet door
I will be a good boy, promise, I run
Sit quite in my room, 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 you so famous, when he only spit on me?

I want to in your light
I want to be on the
If I take your life, it's 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 street lamps to glow
I step out and I raise my gun, time just seems to
For a moment, I can see trapped in your reflection
I'm angry and I'm and I'm dying for attention

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

Dying for