Beads and merry gold smiles.
Youre painting a picture I just cant distinguish.
And lies those truthful lies.
Its all in the glass that reflects your demeanor.
And you wont remember tomorrow.
And you keep on saying its sorrow.
But Ive got your gun.
How you gonna kill yourself now?
Proof well thats all I need.
You say that youve shown all 100% of it.
And jokes what you think it all is.
Why cant you just show me half of who you really are?
And time gets a hold of you later.
And you keep on saying youll waver.
But Ive got your gun.
How you gonna kill yourself now?
That breeze whispering your name.
Its disguised as a loved one and you want some.
But you and youre careless little head.
Cant you understand what was really said?
It all seems to fit while youÕre dipping sticks.
And Ill come buy it just to make you quit.
Ive been wondering how youre feeling.
Who am I talking to? Is it really you?
Give it up before we pass the cup,
In honor of youre misfortune.