Lie to myself while I lie with myself
And please just let me know
How they match your eyes, but
There's nothing I can do, but
I'll decide
That you were so happy?
And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me
It's so good, but
And all these pictures falling down around me

These stories are so old

Are you happy?
Would I bite my tongue and live with what you've done?
And all these pictures falling down

It's Sunday in the sun
I've surrounded myself
These stories are so old
With all I have inside
Are you happy?
I'll decide
Let's pray for the suicide
One wish full, step to the side
How they match your eyes
Let's pray for the suicide
Just continue sleeping?
One wish full, step to the side

These stories are so old
Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought
And all these pictures falling down

How they match your eyes
Would it be so bad if you were to pretend

Are you happy?
I'll decide
Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go
Let's pray for the suicide
It's Monday and it's raining
If you were so willing, but