In the centre of a broken heart
There's a riot going on
Tried to stop before my quiet mint
Lost control
I'm surrounded by an iron gate
In a graveyard for my throughts
All the memories that I've engraved
Com to life
Since I'm building up inside these colours die
An endless ride waits for me
In the hollow of a wishing well
Silver coins are falling down
While the water keeps running dry
I am diving in
Pay the fee come in to stand and stare
Eyes are blind to what is there
Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance
Or cut him loose
Held too tight I cannot breathe
I feel the claws digging in restricted
Stripped of thought I feel exposed
I've been found out been brought down so jaded
The boy with the golden hair
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