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No Hiding Place


Blistering tension keeps me paralyzed at your side,

My spine is made of paper and my heart is glass,

All the new colors on my skin, so deep and so wide.

 

The rhythm of his replies are even, my eyes dried,

What happened to the sunlight shining through the grass?

Blistering tension keeps me paralyzed at your side.

 

Lethal games, I never should have let you inside,

Can you tell I gaze at the ground each time you pass?

All the new colors on my skin, so deep and so wide.

 

Everyone stares, but I thought monsters made people hide,

And some girls like me will never come back to class,

Blistering tension keeps me paralyzed at your side.

 

Vacant and vile, all we’ve ever done is collide,

I fail to see what I do wrong, am I whose crass?

All the new colors on my skin, so deep and so wide.

 

I crave this icy life, I’m isolated and tied

So I stay, waiting for which breath will be my last.

Blistering tension keeps me paralyzed at your side,

All the new colors on my skin so deep and so wide.

 
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