Half dead smiles
looks like something off of x-files...

Just finished the lovers glide
we lay arm in arm...

You're my disease.
No matter what happens...

He tells her shes beautiful,
she believes his words...

Im in a mood,
i feel frisky...

Its killing time
yes its that time again...

Ketchup in a can,
blood pours down an open wound...

Don't want to let go of us
but somehow i know i have to...

Im not stupid i can see.
through these tears of mine...

~*~so you thought you could say those hurtful...

~*~tears fall from my face as i think about the...

Those words burn, like an open wound with salt.
Killing infection, saying all my fault...