sister,i'm not much a poet but a criminal and u never had a chance love it or leave it u can't understand a pretty face but u do so carry on i wouldn't front the scene if u paid me i'm just the way that the docter made me on and on love is the red the rose on ure coffin door what's life like bleeding on the floor? you'll never make me leave i wear this on my sleeve give me a reason to believe so gimme all ure poisen and gimme all ure pills and gimme all ure hopeless hearts and make me ill ure running after something that you'll never kill if this is what u want then fire at will preach all u want but who's gonna save me? i keep a gun on the book u gave me hallelujah lock and load black is the kiss of a serpent son it ain't the mark or the scar that makes u one fire at will <----gerard way...a few years ago i gues
iPoke_gurl · Sun Nov 25, 2007 @ 12:07pm · 0 Comments |