from S.M
I was living through the seconds
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside
The day it was broken in pieces
Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn't care what's in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people
I dont know it could be me, I'm always asking for more
I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for a doorway
I'm gonna need two lives to follow the path I've been taking
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside
The day it was broken in pieces
Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn't care what's in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people
I dont know it could be me, I'm always asking for more
I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for a doorway
I'm gonna need two lives to follow the path I've been taking
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