The devil drove a BMW,
He sung to the radio,
He would smile and talk with you
But his heart, stiff, felt none.
He’s soul was dead
Only tears he shed,
So I sold him mine,
Yet nothing, except two dead souls

His and mine.

Stick me
Stick it to me good

Brake me
Break my bones with stones

I stick to you like glue
As you leave me black and blue

You broke me
When you said you loved me

Now you act like
You don’t even know me

Don’t you leave me
I love you to the bones

I’ll be forever
Your bag of bones

In this prison
Made of ****** stones

fall in love with someone
who treats your scars
like birthmarks