- Album Intro
- Lyrics
- Album list
Vendetta Red
-
Depressionesque
Imprisoned in perfume I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping Strange how they hurt you Stinging memories they break your heart And it's gone so fast The only girl I ever loved is slipping through my hands I blew a kiss, waved goodbye Turned my head and hid my eyes so you wouldn't see me cry
Count me out cause I'm a mess A twisted accident a psychological wreck A bruising sentiment
We'll count back and curtsey The curtain falls and I begin to burn We stand out like statues Impervious to pardoning our French
-
|