Bitter

Making my way through a background scene
Making my way through your favorite dream
Locked outside and left for dead
By you and all of your friends

And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything

Making my way through a murder scene
Making my way through my favorite dream
Pushed outside and stabbed to death
By you and all of your friends

And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything



Credits
Writer(s): Carlo Fabiani
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