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From First To Last

Oh Mother, is it hard To recognize me now? Mother, why can't you Recognize me now? I've sent my letters ?Everything's fine" But I lied Little boy Little

The last thing that I wanted was your company, but still you came running back here anyway. And the truth is that I'll never tell you anything because

remember The last time I've seen my own eyes Or the color of my skin Do you know what it's like... I can't remember The last time I've seen my own eyes

figure? Your visitors they fall apart before my pictures Mirror, how amazing is my figure? Your visitors they fall apart before my pictures You'll be the last

Two roads split off from here And my life goes running in opposite directions Exaggerating the barrier Between who I am and who I want to be I wanted

and the mime I'm getting good enough at feigning interest But that still puts me here pretending to listen You're the only one to talk to But the last

embrace the truth I'm trying to tell you the grass isn't always greener I'm trying to tell you the grass isn't always greener From our side of the fence

that you're lying You must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You're manipulating backstabbing cold and conniving I went from last to first but this is First To Last

You used to be my angel, but now you're more like the devil. Keep on talking darling, you're bound to kill yourself... with another thousand words. And