Long time ago, it was all for a show Fill our wounds with a pound of salt And your reason to justify scars You can't quantify, lock us inside a vault Now this is your fault Everything is a problem There was a poison in the air, despair is an eternal blight You're losing it all You've been blinded by stardom You think that you're alone, but we are waiting for you every night You're mine
@Jump_51 The Living Tombstone @foxythepirate1994
