You are my death. You are my sin.
You are my hell that lies within.
You are the gun that's filled with lead.
You are the bullet in my head.
You're such...you're such a pretty hate.
You're such...you're such a pretty pain.
You are the blood that runs from my wrists.
You are the love that flows in little bits.
You are my favorite living demise.
You are the hurt that's hidden in my eyes.
You're such...you're such a pretty hate.
You're such...you're such a pretty pain.
You are the bullet. I am the gun.
Nothing hurts like nothing done.
You are the bullet. I am the gun.
Nothing hurts like nothing done.
You're such...you're such a pretty hate.
You're such...you're such a pretty pain.
