You're porcelain promises wear with age.
It's getting hard to breathe when you hold my head under.
The stage is set for a tragedy.
My eyes are closed...I won't stand...
I won't stand in the way my eyes are closed...
My eyes are closed.
The cold steel feels good in my back...
Broken hearts, broken promises.
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