A Perfect Murder Laughed At My Pain
I was reaching for a hand to hold on to.
And you threw me this stone.
The first that killed all of my hopes.
My despair, my misery.
Now that I've grown up the roles have changed.
My despair, my misery.
You're the puppet and I pull the strings.
You're the puppet and I pull the f..cking strings.
Now hang by one.
