Jets Under Fire
11:52
It's 11:52
And I'm stepping over you
Your in the other room
With slit wrists adorned I can't believe she told you
When we promised not too
She broke her promise
You should never break your promise Oh no, what a mess
My carpeting is crimson red
How do I clean a stain
That was left right here by your vein Police are at the door
They're going to think it was me
Why'd he use my knife
I better take that knife I've got to get away
The back door is my escape
They won't find me
With crimson hands Don't you know
Letras de cancionesI'm the man
And I don't need to wash my hands
Don't you know
I'm the man
And I don't need to wash my hands It was her who made my brother cut his wrists
From Letras Mania