Cursed
Tell me something
That I don't know
It wasn't that hard
To figure me out
On the surface
So commercial
You know how
To fit in a crowd
When we both bleed
Only one hurts though
You seem to have
Figured it out
And when you cursed me
You became my ghost so
I guess you're just
Dead to me now
Torture the ticking
The passage of time
Memories crave burn a hole
In your mind
Your skin a scent
A scene from the crime
Never thought I'd leave you
But you never were mine
It was a lie was lie
Was a lie all the time
Gutted out and empty
Guess this feeling is fine
Pleasure comes with pain
It's a very thin line
Plastered in this game
Guess I'm doing my time
Tell me something
That I don't know
It wasn't that hard
To figure me out
On the surface
So commercial
You know how
To fit in a crowd
When we both bleed
Only one hurts though
You seem to have
Figured it out
And when you cursed me
You became my ghost so
I guess you're just
Dead to me now
Torture the ticking
The passage of time
Memories crave burn a hole
In your mind
Your skin a scent
A scene from the crime
Never thought I'd leave you
But you never were mine
It was a lie was lie
Was a lie all the time
Gutted out and empty
Guess this feeling is fine
Pleasure comes with pain
It's a very thin line
Plastered in this game
Guess I'm doing my time
That I don't know
It wasn't that hard
To figure me out
On the surface
So commercial
You know how
To fit in a crowd
When we both bleed
Only one hurts though
You seem to have
Figured it out
And when you cursed me
You became my ghost so
I guess you're just
Dead to me now
Torture the ticking
The passage of time
Memories crave burn a hole
In your mind
Your skin a scent
A scene from the crime
Never thought I'd leave you
But you never were mine
It was a lie was lie
Was a lie all the time
Gutted out and empty
Guess this feeling is fine
Pleasure comes with pain
It's a very thin line
Plastered in this game
Guess I'm doing my time
Tell me something
That I don't know
It wasn't that hard
To figure me out
On the surface
So commercial
You know how
To fit in a crowd
When we both bleed
Only one hurts though
You seem to have
Figured it out
And when you cursed me
You became my ghost so
I guess you're just
Dead to me now
Torture the ticking
The passage of time
Memories crave burn a hole
In your mind
Your skin a scent
A scene from the crime
Never thought I'd leave you
But you never were mine
It was a lie was lie
Was a lie all the time
Gutted out and empty
Guess this feeling is fine
Pleasure comes with pain
It's a very thin line
Plastered in this game
Guess I'm doing my time
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Writer(s): Solomon Walker
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