Grey Matter

Bite the tongue to live with what you've done It's so good, it's so good Lie to myself while I lie with myself It's Monday and it's raining It's Sunday in the sun It's so good, but Would it be so bad if you were to pretend That you were so happy? Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go If you were so willing, but Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down around me I've surrounded myself With all I have inside Would I bite my tongue and live with what you've done? Just continue sleeping? Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought There's nothing I can do, but Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And please just let me know Are you happy? I'll decide These stories are so old How they match your eyes Are you happy? I'll decide These stories are so old How they match your eyes Are you happy? I'll decide These stories are so old How they match your eyes, but Let's pray for the suicide And all these pictures falling down One wish full, step to the side And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me