You make me wanna swing from a rope
You've killed my hope
And my faith in humanity
Was butchered the moment
You betrayed me
Keep your poetry
Your dazzling red rose
I bleed such crimsonment
The cost of your prose
Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled
My heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave
And you are dead to me in every way
Knowing no one
Like a siren from the sea
You lured me close to the water's edge
Looked me in the eyes
And tried to drown me
Your love is a mirage
You're hollow inside
Your heart is a shadow
That disappears in the light
Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled
My heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave
And you are dead to me in every way
You play the victim so well
But dear, it's just one of your games
Your cruelty I have tasted
If drama was vodka
You'd be so wasted
Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled
My heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave
And you are dead to me in every way
A tisket a tasket
A victim in a casket...
A tisket a tasket
A victim in a casket...
A tisket a tasket
A victim in a casket...
A tisket a tasket
A victim in a casket...
a casket
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