Scott Matthews

Oh, fair child,
Why the hell with the innocent smile?
In a dream state
Felt his breath blowin' right out the gate.
Looks in disbelief.
Seen his life from a-way down the street.
Finds it hard to breathe
When you're in shock from the jealous thief, yey hey.
I only wince at your hell.
I was paid to except what was dead.
Like a fool I been foolin' myself.
Fool like no one else.
I'll be there more as,
Losin' all control for sure,
I'm in debt with pain.
I can't bleed no more.
If the morning sun
Fills your eyes and it's sunnin' you, lord.
See the clown's face
Raise a smile to the cries that he hates.
Only time will tell
If the rose isn't red anymore,
And expressions are blank,
Then you'll know who to thank,
Who to thank, who to thank.
I only wince at your hell.
I was paid to except what was dead.
Like a fool I been foolin' myself.
Fool like no one else.
I'll be there more as,
Losin' all control for sure,
I'm in debt with pain.
I can't bleed no more.
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