: Your icy breath will still warm my heart I hate these suicide emotions that are left As I feel your tears I bleed for you Please stop this, stop this
: Dreams kill the image of the innocent that dies That a heart beats pure is blackened within her eyes A heart that was once pure but now is blackened
: [I KILLED THE PROM QUEEN] For every word misspelt For every knife that cuts you Every rose has its thorn To stab your heart For every word misspelt
: You wore out your welcome, like you wore me down to the bone. Outside the mood is absent and silence provides no solace. I offer no shelter from the
: Rebellion of a drive prince afraid to turn to ask for help Even if you could see through my Falling apart to die why? And even if you could see through
: As despair is a distant memory Walk across the flame and burn yourself away As my throat's swollen when you're dead How can you continue to lie to
: [I KILLED THE PROM QUEEN] I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me we suffer with
: When I feel the torment in your voice Red eyes burn out the sun trapped in daylight As this hope will break me, this bloodshed is my fate As this hope
: C'MON Storm clouds hanging over head Offer not the slightest bit of comfort For the first time in days I wait to discover Disasters that I've slept
: If I ruled the earth I'd sail ships over seas till sundown. Then I'd return in dark to walk these streets alone. By day I hear the serpents calling
: Once I've drawn my last painful breath, and disfigured any beauty my mind has of you. This process of pain can be ended elegantly. With no distaste
: I curse your name, I curse the earth you travelled With a heart so serrated it draws lacerations across the hands You used to hold so tightly up until
: I'll take a million lies. I'll forget a million deaths. I continued to lie. Still holding my breath I take it back. Take this bullet and end this all
: I'll take you down to the water's edge. I'll show you exactly what its like, to feel alive. As you gaze up at the sky, as your frail hands reach out
: While you've been dreaming of the dead and lost. I have been awake kissing these clock faces. The fear of sleep has left me tired and worn. But in
: Once I've drawn my final painful breath, And disfigured any beauty my mind has of you. This process of pain can be ended elegantly. With no distaste
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: Dreams kill the image of the innocent that dies. That a heart beats pure is blackened within her eyes. Dreams kill the image of the innocent. A one
