The ending piano part of ldlha by Twiztid perfectly describes my mood right now.
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The ending piano part of ldlha by Twiztid perfectly describes my mood right now.
but why oh why
does he persist to hide?
when they insist he try to come outside
from the shell he lives inside
now he's been hypnotized
and despite the lies
he sits and waits to die
cause he can’t find no words to explain the rain
all his emotions are transformed and now become pain
he’s alive in a black hole empty in space
and he sits in front of the mirror and he’s face to face
with his sadness,
confusion,
his patience he’s losing,
he’s substance abusing,
he’s one with the music,
and he needs a little something to dial it all back
cause he’s running in a race but he’s not on track
they tend to misunderstand the paper man
with scissor hands
who watches the hourglass for grains of sand
to fall and fall again
as he pretends
that everything he lays his hands on
doesn't turn to shreds
Nothing seems to matter
I'm only getting sadder n sadder
'Cause I'm not even sure what I'm after
They tend to misunderstand the paper man With scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sand To fall and fall again as he pretends That everything he lays his hands on doesn't turn to shreds
They tend to misunderstand the paper man With scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sand To fall and fall again as he pretends That everything he lays his hands on doesn’t turn to shreds But why oh why does he persist to hide When they insist he try to come outside From the shell he lives inside Now has been hypnotized and Despite the lies he sits and waits to die 'Cause he can’t find the words to explain the rain All these emotions are transformed and now become pain He’s alive in a black hole empty in space And he sits in front of the mirror and he’s face to face With the sadness, confusion his patience he’s losing He’s substance abusing he’s one with the music And he needs a little something to dial it all back 'Cause he’s running in a race but he’s not on track...