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