Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
☆:*´¨`*:..:*´¨`*:.☆
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
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