Walking through meadows the picture goes to show
nothing's real when you live inside your head.
And the piece of me I gave to you is dead,
but there are so many things I still need to know.
There's just one thing I need to know before you go:
Was there anything you loved about me?
The star's red light destroys my eyes
and I can't cry anymore without you here.
My knuckles turn black from all the blood in them;
beating on the stucco wall with all my might.
But there's just one thing I need to know before you go:
Was there anything you loved about me?
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