They say she might tear you and your boy apart, |
& it [hurts] to -breathe- |
Take me to your place of fantasy's. |
Hold onto my hand, so when I slip trip and fall, you'll be right there to pull me back up. |
U give ur love so freely |
C.u.t, c.u.t, just say it. Say Y|o|u L|o|v|e m|e. c.u.t c.u.t. too d.ee.p. |
They are my friends |
+.+ My today is tomorrow, and my tomorrow is death +.+ |
+.+ I was once in-love, |
+.+ It's so bittersweet +.+ |