Black and white,
never felt so right...

The audience pours in the doors; sitting down in...
Bullets playing that musical song of suicide; only...

Walking through the forest with glee
with memories floating back to me of...

I had to make a difficult decision to let you live...
in the hospital, I had to be the one to choose...

I don't want to run away to Malibu,
wine always tastes sweeter in the cellars of Nice...

The cool hard body underneath my fingers,
pushing all the right buttons at the right time...

Lost in the fantasy land that I might have meant...
but we both know I'm lying to myself...

Those little drug laced lines had me so wrapped...
I started falling for who I thought you were...