And I do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your And motivates me to hold your hand? And I don't you to see all these things I hide When you were holding my I didn't think I'd die
And I Why do you make that drive-by? you left me out to hang dry? Well this is tightening And I don't want you to see all these I hide When you were my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't you to see all these things I hide When you holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all things I hide, yeah
You couldn't tell me that this was the that you could do And now you've me to hang here all alone And she for me In her dress, laced with pink and white
You shut me out When you're the one that your mind You couldn't change your While I was here alone
If you die before you ask me, how am I If you die before you ask me for my life If you should die you ask me, if I'd die If I'd die you
She's but she's got a gun, yeah She'll hand it over and then run, yeah pull the trigger, yeah I'll pull the trigger, I'll shoot her up, I'll shoot her up,
I want you perfection I to see your vanity I want you psychotic So I can see lunacy
And I Where do you get inspiration? Where do you find motivation? And what motivates me to hold your Sweetness this isn't I thought the breath that you bring would me life
And she's a mellow She thought I was romantic But then the gun off And now I've left you to bleed here all And I look so In your Sunday dress laced pink and white