i turn around from in to outside the smell of dethrone in the blood disfigured lungs have stopped to breathe in the air enriched with things i ve given up the skies have changed it s all arranged there is no ping pong in the rain your hair caught fire in the sun i was used to suppress my pain but my immoral mind can t leave it all behind why do you keep coming over when you know you should be gone why did you make me stop love her should have killed you long ago when i close my eyes in summer there s children playing in my head i set up a perfect picture i thought suicides are dead i thought suicides are dead why do you keep coming over when you know you should be gone why did you make me stop love her should have killed you long ago i should have killed you long ago i should have killed you long ago