You've got your motive, you set the scene. So how about another taste. Or would you like to remind me why we're here. As I walk to the water to cleanse off the blood on my hands.
Love is a ticking clock that laughs. And leads us to believe we are one. It's a sick game, the winner takes their prize. The loser's left to slowly die.
I told you to let the good ones in. You're worth your weight in gold. Struggle to fight the feud within. To face what you've become. Just when you think you're at the end.
I told you let the good ones in. You're worth your weight in gold. Struggle to fight the feud within. To face what you've become. . Just when think you're at the end.