Benzos

On Your Own

Benzos


The fire in my eye sees a city turned cold
People too cool to ever lose control
Hardly hearts beating  with faces of stone
I'm going home, you're on your own

You can see my eyes when you talk on the phone
Never roll with me, you like to ride alone
Arise one day to an empty home
Look around and see you're on your own...

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