Song

No Money ever held me back,
from doing what I want,
Always been a whirlwind, see?
Nothing'll change it at all

Born, gladly celebrated,
silver spoon in hand,
filled with Honey, twice my wight,
I smear it on my lips all the time

Why did you go, why did you leave?
Could have hurt them and returned to me,
See what you left behind, say "the woods are home, yes mine"
It's where you were to find - blood all over

If I'd have gone for you, if I had left instead,
Would you later still be, be here with me?
Would still play our favorite game, like we were close?
You see me there, see the one that you never were? -

You left behind a broken mind, playing with the fire
But here ain't no water to save,
a plastic face disaster fixed you see,
Fate's got in store for me some sins I never made,
It let me pay for someone else, the price of one to say

Don't you ever think,
you could change my Mind
Every day it shrinks, the faith of mine in Life

Any sign saying no,
I grin an open its door,
why ain't this all secured?
Something to fear, to much curiosity dripping

Again and all over it crawls over me, darkness, cold, not the hot flames once were,
wait for me - I...will follow you
Into the dark, close up,
Or I'll leave this road again, lonely in the end

If I'd have gone for you, if I had left instead,
Would you later still be, be here with me?
Would still play our favorite game, like we were close?
You see me there, see the one that you never were? -

You left behind a broken mind, playing with the fire
But here ain't no water to save,
a plastic face disaster,
Fate's got in store for me some sins I never made,
It let me pay for someone else, the price of one to say

Pay for a Crime, never mine, I see it everyday. There will come an end, worldwide send, to take this burden off of me, putting it on the shoulders of who's burden it should have been.

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You went away, left me alone, why did you leave so fast?
If I had gone for you instead, you wouldn't be the star. A star you see, up in the Sky. I'd be the one, remembered all the Time. Left me, and left behind, a broken boy to find.

A broken mind and heart to never break again. You can't hurt a dead shell, can't pass a dead end. You can only try to put on paint.

Always been the spoiled boy from behind, the one to never touch the wind - it could cut him, let him fall atwice.