Muse
I was waiting on something
To cut past my head
I found a shooting star instead
And I know that it's pointless
To wish for the dead
But I wish I knew
What was inside your head
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to walk away
I'm waiting for something to ease all this dread
I'll put a revolver against your head
But the flow of time through as we've abused
Bleeds through and through
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to fucking stay
I'm with nothing
I'm with nothing
You screwed with my bars
Come home with me
I'll take you straight to Mars
Come with nothing
Come with nothing
I'm yours to take or leave
Just don't remind me of where I sleep
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to walk away
I wish I had the guts
To walk away
To cut past my head
I found a shooting star instead
And I know that it's pointless
To wish for the dead
But I wish I knew
What was inside your head
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to walk away
I'm waiting for something to ease all this dread
I'll put a revolver against your head
But the flow of time through as we've abused
Bleeds through and through
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to fucking stay
I'm with nothing
I'm with nothing
You screwed with my bars
Come home with me
I'll take you straight to Mars
Come with nothing
Come with nothing
I'm yours to take or leave
Just don't remind me of where I sleep
You're on my mind
One-hundred percent of the time
I wish I had the guts to walk away
My thoughts are deprived
I'll make up the rest with these rhymes
I wish I had the guts to walk away
I wish I had the guts
To walk away
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Writer(s): Johanna Wolfgram
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