PRETTY SICK FOR LINES WORDS FROM THIS MOUTHJUST ABUSE ME WITH A POISON BY MY SIDEMY PAIN SO GROWSE AND I GOT YOU TO TIDE UPWHAT YOU WILL MIGHT FOUND THAT…
BENT…DOWN… WHAT RIGHT ON YOU BURN THINGS TO YOUMELT…DOWN…..ALL YOUR STORY BURN TO ASHES
IN EVERY CORNER CONCSCIOUS WHAT TO STARTREAD MY LIPS AND YOU’LL FIND OUT WHAT WAS NOTLEAD ME TO YOUR PRECIOUS LULLABYPAINT OUR DREAM YOU’LL REALISE….WHAT TO SHOW
I KNEW YOU’LL FIND FOR LOVING ME ANYWAYON MY KNEES I ALWAYS START EVERYTHING WITH PRAYKISS MY LIPS AND I RAISE MY OPEN ARMSTASTE THIS WORDS IS SOMETHING THAT RAISING UP FROM INSIDE
SO SCARE BABE, I’M PARANOID, WE NEVER SPENT OUR NEW YEAR NIGHTTOGETHER , NEVER HOLD OUR HAND EACH OTHER, NO MORE CRY NOWALREADY FIND MY LESSON NOW YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACEI’M TOO SCARED WHEN YOU’RE AROUND
EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUTA PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDEGOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLYWHAT YOU FEEL AND HEAR THAT TASTE MY TORN------
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