Treacherous Doctor

Could I trust you with my thoughts
 Or would you use them all against me
 Can you replace my eyes for yours
 And see what I really look like
 I could help you criticize
 Looking for a sense of relation
 Where do people want me to be?
 I can't help but die on vacation
 Dressed to unimpress easily
 Losing sight again
 I'll go ahead and give your eyes back now
 You go on, go on
 So what's the point of connecting to anyone?
 Is a relationship bought or is it won?
 Are the things I think are important
 Simply just distractions from death?
 All of my ideas turn to content
 They can be conceived 'til they're read
 Lost my words again
 It doesn't matter
 'Cause you wouldn't understand
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 Love, it isn't life in the twenties
 Nothing much to look forward to
 I can't help but die on vacation
 Is this the way to exit my youth?
 Oh
 Hey, treacherous doctor
 Do you know what's the matter with me?
 Hey, treacherous doctor
 Do you know what's the matter with me?