A question asked by the groom
Ruined by a unending doom...
Take me to the end
Cut...
The waves drag me down
taking away my breath...
An angel can be good,
or it can be bad...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...
They treat me
like a plague...
We hide
we live in the night...
Cackles fill the hallway,
Laughter coming from the walls...
I know theres this place
*deep down in my soul...
He's alone in the world, all by himself
He doesn't seem to care if the world's unfair...
Tossing and turning having a big urge to kill
1:00am, not so sure the urge is real...
This is the deadly circus,
a courageous mistake...