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I always loved the way you wore your beauty As if it were a noose around your neck Now that your suicide has been recited Bitch go ahead and hang yourself If they only knew the disgusting truth They would never question the evidence What was that you said? What was that you said again? "The thought of love is like a bullet, better off in your head" I'll make sure to keep that in mind while I'm picking out our headstone And I'll make sure it reads our fucking name A thousand dollar ring doesn't make a whore a queen But if it makes you happy You can wear in on your knees Show him how well you please Tell him how much it means to Leave them with your disease I wrote down every time I would rather die than see your fucking face Imagine that, it's quite the lengthy list It all began with you Letras de cancionesSo let it end with you It all began with you And now it ends I wrote down every time I would rather die than see your fucking face What was that you said... "Our love is a bullet?" You've got the trigger, fucking pull it Pull it... and end this fucking suffering From Letras Mania