- cifra
P.S., I am a witch
And I have conjured you
For my bidding
And all my charms
And all my accidents
Are all just instruments
To lock you up
How could I know
My spell was broke
I am nothing like the girl you thought I was
Without your love
How could I haunt you
Keep you close?
When you can see my seams
The fraying of my dress
I am defenseless
Yes, I am a carnival
A house of mirrors
And I will con you
And all my tricks
And all my magic
Will keep you dizzy
With desire
How could I know
My spell was broke?
I am nothing like the girl you thought I was
Without your love
How could I haunt you
Keep you close?
When you can see the seams
The fraying of my dress
I am defenseless
How could I know
My spell was broke?
I am nothing like the girl you thought I was
Without your love
How could I haunt you
Keep you close?
When you can see the seams
The fraying of my dress
I am defenseless
