The LiteBrite's now black and white,
Cause they took apart a picture that wasn't right.
Pitch burning on a shining sheet,
The only maker that you'd wanna meet.
A dying man in a living room,
Whose shadow paces the floor,
He’ll take you out any open door.
This is not my life...
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
It's not what I'm like.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
I couldn't get things right.
A fond farewell to a friend...
Said, "really I just wanna dance,"
Good and evil matched perfect, it's a great romance.
I can deal with some psychic pain,
If it'll slow down my higher brain.
Veins full of disappearing ink,
Vomiting in the kitchen sink.
Disconnecting from the missing link...
This is not my life...
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
It's not what I'm like.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
I couldn't get things right.
A fond farewell to a friend...
I see you're leaving me, and taking up with the enemy,
The cold comfort of the in between,
A little less than a human being.
A little less than a happy high,
A little less than a suicide,
The only things that you really tried...
This is not my life...
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
It's not what I'm like.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend,
Who couldn't get things right.
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