The Trend Killer 歌词

here I am another waiting writing killing trends Someone that lost his mind, someone that lives in pain poor words empty and lame, back on to paper now I'm sick of all this lies that I write about you Death phrases empty words poetry that's not true It's always fading fast when I am around you A knife a pill a botle when i think about you Now my words are turning old and faded and in the end I'm geting so use to suffer, I'm geting so use to pain again This is the end, I'm dome oh I'm trough now I'm sick of all this lies that I write about you Death phrases empty words poetry that's not true It's always fading fast when I am around you A knife a pill a botle when i think about you I let you ghost into my room Always welcome on my drunken evenings