Your pretty little smile,
Turned down at the sides
Am I the cause babe?
Am I your disease?
Your flesh cutting, blood dripping,
Crimson mess on your bones.
Cold as the first snowfall,
Your black icy heart beats.
So isolate yourself babe.
Your bringing me down babe.
Lower than the decaying, rotting,
Dead flesh in the ground.
Your making me so eff-ing angry,
Your depression is driving me insane.
Please stop lusting for me.
I just want goddamn space babe,
So I'm pushing you away.
Now goodnight babe,
Goodbye babe,
you inflicted this on yourself,
its not my fault babe
You should have known
That all pretty little complainers
go to hell...
(i wrote this from YOUR point of view.
i know this is how you think of me now.
and I'm sorry)
