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Drop Dead Gorgeous Worse Than A Fairy Tale

. Paint a story your eyes never kept. Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just killing lately. You think I'm a killer? You think these eyes belong to a murderer

the ocean pours from her eyes while the statues crumble aside and this city overrun with traffic is so over concentrated with this static and I scream

hand as part of the problem. I'll watch you fall from this balcony like a chandelier from the sixth story. The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint. A

call? So I know you're home. Locked up in your room, I still have your key. Die, bitch, die. There'll be no escaping. "maybe this time I've gone a little

all the fucking same worthless and waiting for a saviour that was there all along you're all the same poison with perfect lives and cruel intentions a

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going

Call me a temptress. Call me a whore. That's just a price tag. I'm not for sale. Don't be so obvious. It's so unattractive, you know. You're singing

Such a lovely girl. And a lovely house. Something went terribly wrong. Come closer, girl. I'll light you on fire. You deserve that much. Come closer

. Paint a story your eyes never kept. Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just killing lately. You think I'm a killer? You think these eyes belong to a murderer