candle lit night turned dark
no roses needed or in sight
darling,im not in love.
i feel nothing for you.
drop dead is repeating in my head
the temptation to press you to a wall and scream all night long
i never cared,you’re bound to hate me but at least you don’t want to date
lying and manipulation are my passions and my lip stick stain matches the color of your new pain,blood red.
you’re full of dread but still,
drop dead.