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Texty: Janelle Loes. Other. Death Trap.


Your eyes are glued on anyone of high social status
Your mind on anything of popular vote
But I'm standing in the middle of what you want most

Every move you make
Every habit you break
Brings me closer
To the edge of this cliff
An unfinished riff
To the center of this
Unavoidable death trap

You consider me insane for not falling at your feat
Apparently I should be long for all that you've come to be
And you're surprised I'm not trying to befriend you desperately

Every move you make
Every habit you break
Brings me closer
To the edge of this cliff
An unfinished riff
To the center of this
Unavoidable death trap

And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you don't want me here, I'm sorry that I came
I'm sorry that we ever met, that you even know my name
I'm sorry about all that this has came to be but mostly I'm just sorry about me

Every move you make
Every habit you break
Brings me closer
To the edge of this cliff
An unfinished riff
To the center of this
Unavoidable death trap

(Thanks to lois for these lyrics)
Janelle Loes