Texty: Catatonia. Infantile.

But she only came to gloat
It stuck right there in my throat
How she loved to turn the screw
And leave you feel indebted to her fantasies and views
So surprised you saw it through
Couldn't help but notice
Couldn't help but notice
You'd covered all means of escape
Found the other people's parties second rate
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
Reduced a listener to a tear
Forgetting what had brought him here
Undoing everything he'd known
left him wake up in the morning on his own
It's how you leave no time to breathe

It's how you leave no time to breathe
All is not all that it seems
Thought the rest was just a breeze
Till you remind me of my inadequacies
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It's infantile, it's in your smile, here's my sign you'll soon be mine
It's infantile, it's in your smile, here's my sign you'll soon be mine
It's infantile, it's in your smile, here's my sign you'll soon be mine
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