Unhinged Heathers (fall No.5)
lite my cigarette on yer destruction "don't do it"'s become nothing more than a slogan i killed with you, helped you cover it up extremism works, but it's never enough my hand got burned, yours got shot the red ribbon in my hair means a lot i ain't goin' to hell with you disappear on my q it ain't over till the fat lady wheels i could never understand your deals flaked out on me before the prom remember you by the scar on my palm
