finch Live like youre dying tommorow GREY MATTER IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME WHEN I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE. Bite the tongue to live with what you've done It's so good It's so good Lie to myself while I lie with myself It's Monday and it's raining It's Sunday in the sun It's so good, but... Would it be so bad if you were to pretend that you were so happy Keep it to yourself Don't let the secret go If you were so willing, but... Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down around me I've surrounded myself with all I have inside Would I bite my tongue and live with what you've done Just continue sleeping Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought There's nothing I can do, but... Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And please just let me know 'Are you happy I'll decide.' 'These stories are so old, how they match your eyes.' But... Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me 031210 what's it to you? who go blather from