I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…

eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed

I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts