Luyện nghe bài hát Romance Is Dead

The incisions on wrist were all for show.
like you.
The epitome of indulgence.
Another farce, a and another set of crocodile tears.
So serenade her with your last 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 await the insertion of on flesh.
You part the skin and of blades on blood.

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

So cry me a river bitch.

You wouldn't know 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, roses and a tomorrow."
Yeahhh.

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

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