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And I wonder, still wonder, do you ever open up those pretty blue ribbons of self-doubt? Color changing ribbons, that can take away your breath as they transform, air surrounding, to red. My silhouette still calls. Listen now, listen close, you can even hear her laugher as her head spins. She is everywhere now, her lips pressed against my ear, always warning me of your presence...but it's no warning.
And I wonder, still wonder, if my messages to you are anything at all? I beg you to hold on, to forget all orphaned love.
But something's not quite right here, you know. Something's not quite right. How many needles a day, and you’re not fooling anyone. But with the air surrounding you, how could anything go wrong?
Cutting through too many tangled ribbons -- a regular jungle.
But I wonder, why do you still hang around in my dreams, never touching the ground? You said you were just a "fear-filled person." That it was all in your nature. Can you breathe now, now that your fire engulfs your smile?
Burn! Burn! Burn...come on now, we haven't got all day. How many drugs a day, and you've fooled me enough.
I'm still hanging on, with you hanging around by the neck. I never wanted to watch this from afar, can't I help you, once more?
She's taking you now. She walks out of your veins, closes her hands over your face when you sink in defeat. Venom screaming in your veins, a black widow bites flesh and the liquid mingles.
She's taking you away, using you, taunting me, and what am I to do? I'm still holding on, and not for anyone's good.
Burn! Burn! Burn...come on now, we haven't got all night.
...I haven't got all night.