These useless love letters
They hold no glory from the beauty of myself
And I slave to realise
That the evil inside keeps you empty
And to sacrifice the lies
And to see through the stormy weather
Is to see through me
Is to see through you
So, pin me down and use me
For the rest of the days, I'll be your mind game
Then tear me out of your scrapbook
So, I'm not a page of your memory
The relation dissolves in your fingers
And the specs of dust amuse you
Now that you can hear my cries
Now that you're winning the game
So, pin me down and use me
For the rest of the days, I'll be your mind game
Then tear me out of your scrapbook
So, I'm not a page of your memory
These sinking walls remind me of you
Why did you have to be so cruel
These sinking walls remind me of you
Why was everyone right about you
So, pin me down and use me
For the rest of the days, I'll be your mind game
Then tear me out of your scrapbook
So, I'm not a page of your memory
