[High speed tech music]
in a played world
is a played out boy,with his played out thoughts of having a fake girl/
who is lifeplayed out
with fake memories of a perfect pair making out
"is there some thing wrong with her or something wrong with me?!"
he says painfully
Hey,Hey[×4](×2)
He's alone with fractured bones
She's on her own a few feet from the telephone
All because they were racist of all the funny faces
Bad karma calls instantly
as the the boy talks of a chemical romance
As if it was in reality
I breath in the laes as they gouge my insides/
my beautiful girl
carve your name into my back so i can turn on your name/
[transmits into white noise]
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