In the past, I pieced together so many fistfuls of silver. Culled from broken heirlooms. How innocent, how many blameless people met their end this way? But this time I figure that I struck gold. While I bury one more secret, the evidence stays.
My hands. More and more they're lined with it. Now one more, oh how it stings. I will always take the long way. I'll never change. This is the way it stays. Never coming out but never waking up to my own face. Cause I see on the other side of the glass a man that's trying to make his getaway. Spinning endlessly, stuck in the same place as me.
Oh I can hide what's gone wrong. I can keep it down for a long time. Swallowed a lot of pills and some pride but I don't feel any different inside. I'll never change.
This is the way it stays. Spinning endlessly, stuck in the same place. The way I see it, I can't go on like this, can't keep up like this.
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