Have I scared you off again
'cause it seemes as if
There's a cryptical manner between us
I've never sensed before been
My heart's been broken
Patched and plastered
Bruised and beaten to the
Trough Paris, untouched yet by summer,
we ran from the rain
Two
Broken mirror, seven years of bad luck
I'm too supersticious to
So you strike once again
I can feel your evil manner
Spare me your sarcasm
I'm not the victim here
I'm not the
Fold your ears, i'm 'bout to say something stupid
You don't
I have tricked you into thinking
I am someone you could
Oh, once the lights go down I will
wipe this frown
What a day to sleep in
what a day to waste
Autumn came fast,
dressed in slow motion,
picture perfect,
death row coloured wo
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