Stop the World

You keep describing all the memories that hurt the most. It's like you're keeping time, reliving them through your ghosts. You play my weaknesses as if they could be spun around, And when the needle hits, I hope you remember the sound. As I repeat myself, repeat myself, time and time again. As I repeat myself, repeat myself, as the scratches start to thin. Just stop the world; I'm getting on. You won't be sorry when I'm gone. I won't be wasting any time. I've finally taken back my mind. You've got no reason to be grieving over broken hearts. Cause they don't feel a thing. They're just mistaken for our thoughts. You're trapped inside of what you think and what you say is real. That's your religion babe, convincing me what to feel. As I repeat myself, repeat myself, on bended knees you hail. As I repeat myself, repeat myself, while my hands make room for the nails. Just stop the world; I'm getting on. You won't be sorry when I'm gone. I won't be wasting any time. I've finally taken back my mind. Stop trying to clean my thoughts and soul. Stop telling me what I'm supposed to know. You've been inside my head for too long. Just stop the world; I'm getting on. You won't be sorry when I'm gone. I won't be wasting any time Repeating all your lies, repeating all your lies.