My America Is Watching Tigers Die
She Was A Frut, And We're Not Down With Down
Let me see your poisoned smile
A smile so fake
It could block out the sun
Being held in a way
That feels like murder
I hope that when you're fucking him
He fucks you the way you fucked me
Poison smiles
And razor eyes
Were never enough
To turn me on
But I'll want it more
When I feel you bleed
A juice sweeter than your others could ever be
Don't make me beg
You know I hate to hurt
So cry for me
And I'll want it more
So bleed that American blood
Until you know what it is to know what hurting is
From Letras Mania