Behind her smile lies rotten teeth
Behind her eyes lie broken memories
Broken memories
Like a rose fallen to the floor
This whore digs her own grave
You built a heart from cinders
You built a heart that only hinders
This is sorrow the sound of breaking glass
My lovers fall at last
Like a rose fallen to the floor
This whore digs her own grave
This is sorrow the sound of breaking glass
Consume me with hate
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