I'm half the way to become dust
And i cry with the same eyes
Which saw you smile to me
But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore
You've already got what you came for
No matter what you do
Stretched on the green grass of my hopes
And i miss the days of our becoming
Just to prove i can
Screeeaaaam
And break your concentration
Screeeaaaam
Until it starts to make sense
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