I wanna talk about it no one wants to hear about itLet me put this weight on your shouldersYou can't deal with me who could ever deal with meThe tone ..
Our feet are boundBut at least our toes are painted freshWill you stick aroundWhen I start to claw into your chest?What a sharp tongueNow locked up an..
Fear in the form of a wedding dressLack of lace speaks volumesCinderella takes another shotAnd bites her cheeks with passionHate in the form of a suit..