Twisted Little DaydreamsMemories with painLocking me behind the
closet doorI will be a good boyPromise I wont runSit quite in my
roomPlaying with my toy gunNow I'm older but the
memoriesstill eat me like disease.Alone in the darknesswatching
you on my t.v.Why did God make you so famouswhen he only spit on
me.I want to bathe in your light.I want to be on the news.If I
take your lifeits nothing personal.Just a boy and his toy
gundying for attention.I'm sitting on the steps.The sun is
sinking low.The world gets very quietas the street lamps start
to glow.I step out and I raise my guntime just seems to slow.For
a moment I can see myselftrapped in your reflection.I'm
angry and I'm lonelyand I'm dying for attention.I want
to bathe in your light.I want to be on the news.If I take your
lifeits nothing personal.Just a boy and his toy gundying for
attention.Dying for attention.Mama
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