Like your sullen little heart
Small and sheltered in the dark
You go out looking for the pain
Find love then throw it all away
When the clock strikes three
On the nights when I believe
I'm stuck reciting all your demon poetry
I spit it out
I'm gonna get free
Of the lonely
Way you held me
All to yourself
I built a house around me
Just to hide from your gaze
What an awful waste
Flowed down the river
Just an empty silhouette
Just a figure on the bed
A hesitation
A revelation
Of your delusions
Of your humours
I'm gonna get free
Of the lonely
Way you held me
All to yourself
I built a house around me
Just to hide from your gaze
What an awful waste
Oh, the clanging
Of the bells overhead
Oh, they tell me
That it's over
But I dreamed a dream
That I trusted myself
And my old beliefs
Flowed down the river
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