Sometimes I think about you
Always there, inside of me
I can't let go, I cannot set you free
Your scent, it lingers on my tongue
I cannot write, I cannot speak, I am done
Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
Sometimes I think about you
Your lips, cleaning all my wounds
A solid voice, will get? soon
Another gimmick, will get you in my arms
Another call to arms
Sometimes I think about you
Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
Sometimes I think about you
Your mask, will try, and leave, you blind, a suicide of a clown
A waste of pride, an empty sky, I left you high, not to drown
Sometimes I think about you