Teksty:
The Birthday Massacre Walking With Strangers

Farewell, this blackened eye You learned your lessons falling down Far behind and tracing footsteps home Despite your lack of pride You wore your imperfections

This story's missing a wishing well No mirror to show and tell No kiss that can break the spell I'm falling asleep Every prince is a fantasy The witch

Tighten your tie, boy You're something to die for But don't hold your breath now You're just killing time Tonight you can dream, boy Imagine a whisper

Lights out, boys sleepwalking on the weekend Black out, two nights killing off a best friend Fall out like soldiers walking off the deep end Hands out

Waiting as I'm wanting to Speaking as I'm spoken to Changing to your point of view Fading as I follow you A boyish notion of false emotion These words

Lately nothing passes lightly A heavy hand is holding me down A breeze is just an unfamiliar sound to me Just close the door (It's all coming back to

I want to take her picture When I found a place Where she can't find me. And she's falling asleep as she's walking with strangers. Talking cheap as