Left Behind

Laid down here
The kitchen floor's as cold as my heart

Blood streams
I feel it running through my veins
It's so tempting
It's so tempting

All those gems
I fucked it up again
We called the good old days
All in the past
Only black paint
It tastes as bitter as my heart

Oh this is gonna take so long
This song is gonna be huge
It's gonna be like a mile long

No I don't want to go back to the start
I just wanna let it all go

In this part there should be an instrumental break
I thought of a whole complex thing
With strings, metals, and guitars, and piano
And flute, I even dreamed of the flute
Maybe I would trhow some tamborim in there
Instead I'm just talking through it
In an out tempo fucking line of guitar
Out of tune
Out of tempo
Out of this fucking world
That is my head and into your ears
Meaning, your head
That's something to think about

Anyways
I think

I don't know
That's not working
Let me try this

Maybe, I don't know
What about this?

I don't know
Maybe this?

Left behind
Left behind
Left behind
Left behind

Just like glass
A million pieces of myself
I can see the eyes
Of him whom went through hell

Oh, you wrecked my mind
Oh, nevermind
It pulses
It pulses still
Oh it pulses

Oh

Say goodbye
For old days sake
Look inside, uh oh

Say goodbye
For old days sake
Look inside

A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
OF REFLECTION OF REFLECTIONS
OF REFLECTIONS OF MARS
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
OF REFLECTIONS OF REFLECTIONS
OF REFLECTIONS OF MARS
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
A REFLECTION OF MY MIND
FOREVER ON THE WRONG SIDE
REFLECTIONS OF MARS
REFLECTIONS OF
REFLECTIONS OF
REFLECTIONS OF
REFLECTIONS OF MY MIND