Nothing's the same, fading away.
You've been worn, you've been warned for the last time.
Don't it hurt?
Honey, you're play with matches.
It's not time to go, it's something in your eyes.
You can't take it slow, it's something in the wine.
You taste like something's wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"
Turn, turn the wheels of horror.
You'll hang for what you've done.
I've failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.
I'll watch you fall from this balcony like a chandalier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you lived, now an artist you'll die.
It's not time to go, it's something in your eyes.
You can't take it slow, it's something in the wine.
You tase like something's wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"
Turn, turn the wheels of horror.
You'll hang for what you've done.
I've failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.

by emo_kid