Text: Stryder (The). Masquerade In The Key Of Crime. Passwords.

Playing her part, changing my lines, does she know how it feels to feel one step behind?
One word behind and I can't seem to find the reason she feels like she don't haev the time.
So I take the pain for her heart's sake, she takes the fame while my heart breaks.
I keep taking the blame for her mistakes, and she ran away with the password.
How the fuck does this tihng work?
It unties the knots in my stomach just to tie them around my throat.
She ties her arms around my throat and she ran away with the password.
If it's over now don't even ask her how you got to realize that she has gone. Runaway