looking glass

The Birthday Massacre

Waiting, as Iââ?¬â?¢m wanting to.
Speaking, as Iââ?¬â?¢m spoken to.
Changing to your point of view
Fading as I follow you

A boyish notion of false emotion
These words are spoken, despite my love
A foolââ?¬â?¢s devotion was set in my motion
My eyes are open now

Itââ?¬â?¢s a glass cage so I canââ?¬â?¢t pretend
You hide beneath the physical
I see it coming but I canââ?¬â?¢t defend
You cut so deep, my belief is gone

Tell me what I want to say
Save me for another day
Break me. Itââ?¬â?¢s the game you play.
Hate me as I turn away