Plastered in her poetry
Consumed by his sins
All she wants is to be loved
All I needed was a friend
Droplets of envy for those that I loved
I concentrate on success while she gets ****** up
Daddy's little angel likes the thought of revenge
Her dagger to my throat as the story begins
The movements are slow in the book she writes
and on every single page, it is I who die
Deformed in my heart
Drained from her pains
I wrote you a song
It got caught in the flames
Chances dance with the final scene
Some call it ******
She calls it a dream