I'm not a poet I'm just troubled in the head This isnt a song of love its a song about wanting you dead I've got good news and I've got bad news Good news is I've died Bad news is only on the inside
I'm taking aim and I'm thinking back Ill never you know the feelings that I've possessed Because your the only one I want to kiss but to kill at the same time
Hold your breath don't get your hopes up But this hold your breath This is for you and this for you
