Pretty little stupid girl Pretty little cupid face Crowded like her mother's pearls Lonely like her grandma's lace
This feels like another world And she's just another day This feels like another world No reason for the music played
Told me she was clean today Do the math? I know how she likes to play Sylvia Plath
Love is over romanticized It's the red stuff in your eyes It's every tear she cries It is suicide
And no one would ever know How inside she could of shined As much she may try to glow There is darkness in her spine
Told me she was clean today Do the math? I know how she likes to play Sylvia Plath
Love is over romanticized It's the red stuff in your eyes It's every tear she cries It is suicide Love is suicide Love is suicideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
