put me on like it's the fashion
wear me out until the end
whisper words, so soft with passion
but your style is so pretend
blind me with your vanity
re-open wounds you dressed
cast my mind out to insanity;
the way you like me best
carve your name into my heart
a brand of haute couture
but soon enough you'll see that
i won't wear you anymore.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
put me on like it's the fashion
wear me out until the end
whisper words, so soft with passion
but your style is so pretend
blind me with your vanity
re-open wounds you dressed
cast my mind out to insanity;
the way you like me best
carve your name into my heart
a brand of haute couture
but soon enough you'll see that
i won't wear you anymore.
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