It's Over!Sensitive Lyrics

I wake up every night,
Remembering the words you said.
I wake up every night -
All heat-up and in a pool of sweat.
I tried to drown your nonsense in the glassy bottle,
I tried to choke up in smoke your poisonous chortle,
But I still wake up at night,
As the words won't just get out of my head.

I can't sleep at all tonight
Because of the words you once said.
No way I'll carelessly sleep at night -
If only did I have a magic ball to see that moment when we met.
I knew that playing with fire you may get your hands burnt,
But I never knew the time with you would turn to the theatre of absurd -
As I can hardly sleep at night...
As those knife-cutting memories, they drive me mad.

A thousands signs have warned me not to leave my guards -
There won't be mine among your fresh-devoured hearts.
I thought you made out-of-control and nasty time we spent -
I just never thought, to what extent...

Now I can't sleep at night,
Remembering the words you said.
I wake up every night,
As if my life was hanging by a thread.
You should have remained numbly quiet then,
You should have not repeated those cries again -
As I wake up every night,
Wishing those cries of hurt would leave you dead.

Life doesn't teach me, none from wrong or right,
Life doesn't teach me anything,
If I still believe in love from the first sight.
Life didn't teach me -
Therefore I'm in your sharp-clawed plight.

If only I couldn't fall for your hollow tears of pain,
If only I couldn't fall for your loud vows in vain,
Then it wouldn't feel so good,
There wouldn't be a pleasure to break the restrain.

Life can not teach me -
Thus, I don't listen to your made-up rules.
Life didn't teach me a thing -
I'm on my knees for you with a smile of fool.
Life wouldn't teach me,
Even when I felt once more this kiss of ghoul...

If only I couldn't fall for this,
I wouldn't wake up in your eyes' ball and chain,
If only I couldn't fall for the bittersweet taste of pain.
If only I couldn't for all of this,
But I am kissing your dry wax lips again.

(Don't you look at me!)

The dry leaves' rustle got me moving once at sleep,
The pain of Something, trying to break free.
Something which could be no more inside,
Something which sored and hurt so deep,
When I found out - there was an Evil Eye in me.
I tore down all my clothing and
I rushed around the bed, clutching to the swinging scar,
But the starry twilight wouldn't look the same:
No matter what you said then, this'd remember who you are,
No matter how hard you tried - this would not forget your name.
As the porcelain breaks every time that you look at it,
Every fragile thing breaks just when you look at it -
No more stonehard fact, which tonight I'd inflect,
When I break your Observer effect.

(Don't you dare looking at me!)

The Eye would drive me blind, it told me to peek inside,
The dark around would light the scribbled words -
The words written in blood,
The words I tried to hide,
But since then were meant to be heard.
Nothing afterwards would happen,
No longer promises or guarantees -
The Eye's shining would bare the pompous void.
You told me much, how I couldn't make it,
How each and every voice I should avoid,
But my Eye was the only guide in the nameless infinity.
It wouldn't turn out as you wanted it to be -
It actually never WAS as you wanted it to be.
With a carved up smile you act,
Your cage of lies I would inflect,
When I escape the Observer effect.

(Now don't you look at me, when I'm trying to break free -
Don't look at me, goddamit, when your masque is no more mistery.
Thus, don't you look at me, when I'm being set free -
I said, don't look at me through bars of misery)

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