Page 116 of the Perks of Being a Wallflower (Curse at the wind, cry for no one thing in particular. RITUAL SELF-IMMOLATE!)

Floral Tattoo - Rock
Page 116 of the Perks of Being a Wallflower (Curse at the wind, cry for no one thing in particular. RITUAL SELF-IMMOLATE!)
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Duration: 5:49
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[Verse 1] I don't want sex I just wanna be with you for the night I think we might be freaking out too much to sleep alone Have you ever felt your head split? Have you ever been walking around and known Perspective from behind the back or cameras on the wall [Chorus] All my life I have been out of my mind Raise hell! Raise hell! Hallelujah! Stood between two mirrors you will understand me exactly as I've been [Verse 2] I don't need friends At least not the ones that I'm stuck with now I wake up every day and think about How much I hate every one that I know But there are some exceptions And I think you're an exception that makes the rule But there are no exceptions, there are no excuses when it comes to me [Chorus] All my life I have felt out of my mind Raise hell, praise Dale! Hallelujah! I have been a cultist, I see now, nobody here's a saint And the places I have been do bear some harsh scars, the stock car graveyards Sometimes that's just what happens when you're figuring out your parts [Post-Chorus] I see the comets falling down by clear blue sky And the ghost of my cat hovers right above the porch step Even if I'm the one to blame, even if I'm just insane I don't think I'll ever stop running [Verse 3] I caused this life to fall apart that year in high school It was all my fault, I'm claiming everything, and I wouldn't change it for the world I destroyed my family and I do not regret it I didn't intend to, it just kinda happened, but it wasn't something that I could prevent And the way things were going, something had to give Something had to give Something had to give Something had to give Something had to give Something had to give [Outro] And the memories fade and the blurriness subsides And the destination isn't known to the people still inside And may this journey fall besides our scattered pasts entwined into a fable so surreal it could not possibly be (of this life. / true. Two roads diverged in a yellow-)
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Credits
- Writers
- Gwen Power