Beautiful barmaid, I bet you thought your name would be new by today. I can't fault your dreams, but living for the cake and pale couture is immature it seems.
Oh Emma, babe, you break my spirit. They touch my face, but I can't feel it. Poirot, I've gotta case for you to solve: why Emma's hand can shake my renegade resolve...
Your life loses color while my boat takes water. I broke promises, and it broke her.
While on paper it looked so right, in truth I let it eat us alive.
The message kicked me in the chest. It said, "Live your demons to death."
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