An image of you, sitting on the edge of my bed
Were you alive?
Or was I nearly dead?
Please excavate me through these thick walls
and carry my hand
in case I fall
Because I’d be the girl who ruined your life
but in this dimension
you visit me at night
Only here with you can I find peace
and if not on Earth
please beg for my release
No one understands me like silhouette man
The boys around here
are only looking for fans
And if he does stand next to me when I am awake
please smash through this veil
and let me know I am safe
For your dark humor lights up my room
and takes me to a reality
that consists of just me and you
Gliding through pink skies is where we belong
Where no one can hear us
when we’re belting our song
So alone again, here I lay and I wait
For no one will suffice
other than my satanic saint because
no one understands me quite like silhouette man
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