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Its raining blood in my eyes.
Forced to rely on the familiar disguise.
I am sorry I wasn't what you wanted.
I'm sorry I wasn't the kid with the shiny bright eyes.
I'm sorry for the betrayal, sins, and lies.
Rosy cheeks and smile stretched across my face, I am not!
Keep quiet, and no one will hurt you.
Thats what I was taught.
My heart lies bleeding, in my grotesque frame.
It's bleeding, cause I've been slain.
I've been here a long time, I'm no stranger to pain.
You wish for your old son, You wish for the golden ones!
You on your knees for the world to see.
I stopped having faith, did you ever not believe?
I was nice, I wasn't crude, All I ever wanted was to be
a normal stable dude.
Is that too much?
I'm I not worthy?
I'm doomed to die anytime soon.
Bury me six feet under in a box of pine.
Dress me all in black, made up to the night.
The mourners will shriek with fright.
Garnish me with silver, say your prayers ( if you must!)
Then lower me into my welcoming hole, Toss me some roses,
wilted and faded like me so long ago.
When you turn on your heel, Kiss me good-bye.
Remeber its always raining blood in my eyes.