Making my way through a background scene
Making my way through your favorite dream
Locked outside and left for dead
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Making my way through a murder scene
Making my way through my favorite dream
Pushed outside and stabbed to death
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Something's Cursed - Bitter Lyrics
Something's Cursed - Bitter Lyrics
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Making my way through a background scene
Making my way through your favorite dream
Locked outside and left for dead
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Making my way through a murder scene
Making my way through my favorite dream
Pushed outside and stabbed to death
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Making my way through your favorite dream
Locked outside and left for dead
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Making my way through a murder scene
Making my way through my favorite dream
Pushed outside and stabbed to death
By you and all of your friends
And someone, or something took away the bitter taste
That I loved, I love nothing
Nothing to feel and thinking maybe I watch too much TV
Making my way through things that I can't see
In spite of what that means
Making my way through everything
Writer: Carlo Fabiani
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid