Luyện nghe bài hát Romance Is Dead

The incisions on your were all for show.
like you.
The epitome of indulgence.
Another farce, a charade and set of crocodile tears.
So her with your last pathetic suicide love song.

"Broken hearts mend."
But fools move one.
And now she's gone of you.
And once again the epitome of pure self destruction.

never found his mark.
As we the insertion of blades on flesh.
You part the skin and of blades on blood.

So part the skin.
So the fucking skin.
To tell the on blood.
To the blades on the blood.
The on blood.
She said I you.
She said, she goodbye.

So cry me a river bitch.

You wouldn't love if it crossed your fucking chest
Let go.
You know love if it crossed your fucking chest.
"Razors, and a black tomorrow."
You wouldn't know love if it crossed fucking chest.
"Razors, and a black tomorrow."
Yeahhh.

They never showed any affection to anything but ego.
A of errors at the best of times.
You are everything wrong with me.
You are everything I despise.
You are everything I would die.
You are that fades away and slowly dies.

you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?
Will you for me?
Will you fucking for me when suicide.
So yesterday.
all so fucking yesterday.
So yesterday.