The Birthday Massacre Looking Glass
Waiting, as I�m wanting to. Speaking, as I�m spoken to. Changing to your point of view Fading as I follow you A boyish notion of false emotion These words are spoken, despite my love A fool�s devotion was set in my motion My eyes are open now It�s a glass cage so I can�t pretend You hide beneath the physical I see it coming but I can�t defend You cut so deep, my belief is gone Tell me what I want to say Save me for another day Break me. It�s the game you play. Hate me as I turn away