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And though Cinderella and her Prince Charming did live happily ever after the point, gentlemen, is that they lived

The radio plays a love song I Smash my fist through the dial. Here's to the broken hearted, a generation born in denial

Sweetheart, you can't bullsh!t me. See, I've lied to myself enough to know when someone else is doing it. So, lets try this again, and how about the truth this time...

Oh it was the sweetest love to me but to him it was just a backseat romance

It's not so much as I want to kill her, It's that I don't want her alive anymore

Think of me as you undo her dress
I hope you hear my voice when you kiss her neck and as lust is screaming for release I hope to God you're remembering me

And we only smoke when we're bored so we do two packs a day and we've lost the difference between bored and lonely anyway