He grew up just
a little too fast,
Lost the need it’s all in
his past.
I can hear him humming, from the
other side of the room.
Guess he’s got rhythm,
cause he hums everytime he’s blue.
Oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a
melody.
That’ll make this boy
cry,
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a
melody.
That’ll make him wonder
why,
He was so cold.
Broken glass and a pretty
face,
Silent mourn full of
hate.
Quiet face,
Silent mourn.
Screaming for
consequence,
Bleeding for
more.
He grew up just a little too fast, Lost the need it’s all
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Apr 16, 2013 8:51pm
