An eye for an eye.
But you don't want mine.
It'll show you that love is a lie
And life is a line,
That we fall off and die.
It'll show you that young love is a tragedy
That hasn't happened yet
And that the phrase "I love you"
has great gravity
That a boy won't soon forget.
But; if you decide reap what you sow,
Then hell is where you'll go.
After you place my pain in your sockets
You'll pull the bullet from your pocket
Like you pulled our picture from your locket
And end the world that you know.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
An eye for an eye.
But you don't want mine.
It'll show you that love is a lie
And life is a line,
That we fall off and die.
It'll show you that young love is a tragedy
That hasn't happened yet
And that the phrase "I love you"
has great gravity
That a boy won't soon forget.
But; if you decide reap what you sow,
Then hell is where you'll go.
After you place my pain in your sockets
You'll pull the bullet from your pocket
Like you pulled our picture from your locket
And end the world that you know.