:: Shes perfectly adore :: Shes crawling on the floor :: Shes scratching the walls:: Nawing on the ropes:: And pulling on the hooks:: The best will be kept :: In a tight little dress:: Trying to stay strong :: Why does she look so much like me:: Know body moves know body gets hurt:: Wheres the fun in that:: Shes got a broken arm and I got a broken heart:: Thunder in the distance :: Gun shots missin :: All i could was smell her hair burning:: The bodies are unforgotten:: Death is such a flirt :: All where trying to is satisfy the thirst:: The way she taught me :: God shes a tease :: You know she wants it :: You had his head on a stick :: which look really sick:: They call me crazy :: Locked in a box :: Words kept in a box:: So please tell me why must our secrets :: Be kept in her tight dress:: She made a little fire :: Glocked is locked :: eyes focused :: tell my mother i love her:: knife fights:: Blades :: and night lights :: shes clawing at the guards :: Survival of the worst :: All i could smell :: was her hair burning::
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 01:57:12 +0000