Let the record show

Looking life like a burlesque show
Get them off and they'll let you go
Why did I turn to you?
I only turned out to be just one more girl you slew
And now I bump my grind for another
Lose my mind in another
Why, why, why, why?

So let the record show
That you murdered me In your coldest blood
With your own two hands


If I'm going down
Then I'm doing down good

Then I'm going down the prettiest broken girl you've ever seen



Passar så otroligt bra till det jag känner just nu.