Lying, I know you’re lying,
I don’t know why I’m
Still waiting for your love.
Crying, pretend you’re crying,
Your crocodile tears
Will not change anything at all,
At all
Smiling, you see me smiling
But deep inside me
I’m broken, I am torn.
Crawling, I won’t be crawling,
Your pretty white lies
Will not work anymore
Your own desires will grow up
While you are drowing in your melted house of mud
Lying, I know you’re lying,
I don’t know why I’m
Still waiting for your love.
Crawling, I won’t be crawling,
Your pretty white lies
Will not work anymore
My old dream rises above all,
You’re just a nightmare and I let you fall,
I never saw you, never, no, so cold,
In this brand new world there’s no place for you,
Kiss the floor,
Kiss the floor
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