I will swallow if it will help my sea level go down But I'll come back to haunt you if I drown I will swallow if it will help my sea level go down But
At what point does a Shakespeare say I feel it's time I write a play What subject shall it be today A tragedy I've done Lovers twain have been united
I want to hold you to the sun I want to be your faithful one I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold I'm hurting you for your
Three hundred and six in only six years If it was an accident where are the tears? I am still unidentified behind the cathedral Is where my body hides
I want my innocence back and if you can't give it to me I will cut you down and I will run you through With the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul
Dead is the new alive Despair's the new survival, a pointless point of view Give in, give in, give in, give in You play the game, you'll never win Dead
God help me, I don't see how I can live this way And I don't know why he's touching me Won't you shine in my direction and help me? Won't you lend me
It's not the time, it's not the place I'm just another pretty face So don't come any closer You're not the first, you're not the last How many more?
Marry me he said through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd but when I was in his bed and my father
Ghost, Did you know sometimes it frightens me when you say my name and I can't see you will you ever learn to materialize before you speak impetuous boy
How to break a heart It is not difficult Anyone can do it So could you, if you tried Just find a light And switch it off As easy as blinking That's what
Learning tricks with absent guile Reeling in your crooked smile Why did I turn to you? I wanted a hand to pour my heart into And now I bump my grind
I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed Manipulate me if you can Go on and
She's looked up with a spinning wheel She can't recall what it was like to feel She says this room is gonna be my grave And there is no one who can save
The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair Curls flying every which-way The fate too pure to hide, ridges of size Meant to conceal lover's lies Under the
How old are you? I'm older than you'll ever be I've been dead a thousand years and lived only two or three I don't mind telling you my life was ended
Thank God I'm pretty The occasional free drink I never asked for The occasional admission to a seedy little bar Invitation to a stranger's car I'm blessed
