Poor Impulse Control (750 Degrees of Separation Mix)

I envy your demise

I hope it's all you dreamed it would be

One bullet in this gun

Not sure if it's for you or me

I envy your demise

With all the guilt you hid away

All the lies that I had spun

And all the times I'd wish you'd stay

Now, all, all that I've ever suffered

All, all that I'll ever be

All, all that I'll ever ruin

You can always cover me with makeup

I envy your demise

750 degrees

When it burned it smelled like you

But it scorched and looked alot like me

I envy your demise

You never said that you'd try

When i had to lose control

Lose control to really cry

Now, all, all that I've ever abused

All, all that I'll ever see

All, all that I'll ever ruin

You can always cover it with makeup

All, all that I'll ever limit

All, all that I'll ever try

All, all that I'll ever trust

You can always cover it with

All, all that I've ever abused

All, all that I'll ever see

All, all that I'll ever ruin

You can always cover it with makeup