A Perfect Murder – Laughed At My Pain

I was reaching for a hand to hold on to.

And you threw me this stone.

The first that killed all of my hopes.

My despair, my misery.

Now that I`ve grown up the roles have changed.

My despair, my misery.

You`re the puppet and I pull the strings.

You`re the puppet and I pull the fucking strings.

Now hang by one