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Staring at a half dead man out of the corner of my eye

The world is spinning slower for him today

He tries to speak but is lips are stuck together

Instead he dies right then right there

Not knowing who his parents were



How does it feel?

To be reduced to nothing but a stain on a mattress

Or on that red dress

To know that everything is fake

You’re just a mistake

She dropped her glass of wine

The night I made her mine

Enough for a distraction

To put it into action

Its not fair



A softcore boy in a hardcore neighborhood

Fights asthma attacks to survive

He looks outside of his foster home

And dreams that someday he will have a family

His eyes begin to foam

With the tears of rejection he hits the floor



How does it feel?

To be reduced to nothing but a stain on a mattress

Or on that red dress

To know that everything is fake

You’re just a mistake

She dropped her glass of wine

The night I made her mine

Enough for a distraction

To put it into action

Its not fair



Irresponsibilty not to mention stupidity leads to broken hearts

Think of that before you lock the door hit the lights

Picture the future before the current affair starts

Think of all that as your dates turn into over-nights

Think

Just Think

Just Think

Just Think

How would it feel?

To be reduced to nothing but a stain on a mattress

Or on that red dress

To know that everything is fake

You’re just a mistake

She dropped her glass of wine

The night I made her mine

Enough for a distraction

To put it into action

Its not fair

Its not right

But how can I care

When she says she wants me tonight.



And that’s reality