Sangtekst: Dead Poetic. Vices. Pretty Pretty.

Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She?s calm in the face, but she?s never forgetting every other time I?ve been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my raging cycle in this unstable mind.

I don?t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don?t want to let you down.
I?m all that?s in our way.

Pretty Pretty, she?s slowing fading.
I?ve drained her empty and left her missing how I was when I was sane.
I?m drowning in what I became.
Stretched so thin that I am slowly tearing.
I?m left unfulfilled and deteriorating.

I don?t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don?t want to let you down.
I?m all that?s in our way.

Waiting, hoping, praying for a settle to this dizzy mind.
Feeling that my sanity will be coupled with my demise.

I don?t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don?t want to let you down.
I?m all that?s in our way.