Thursday, February 17, 2011
Drop Dead, Gorgeous
And we dared to admit her weakness was laughter, and the scared victim begged for her life. We watched it end. "did you miss me? You're shaking...and I'm not the one who left you in the cellar all bothered. It's me, it's not your father. In here to take you away. Give me your hand. Spare your life." she's breaking out, and they're all laughing now. Behind your devilish figure, behold the smoking gun. These daggers mean nothing in the context you used them in. And we believe nothing else unless there's proof of it. You seek out those who forgive. You seek out those who forgive. I met you at the alter, and your lips tasted different. Then place my ring upon your hand and knew we'd due together. And now give me your heart, I'll grow it into size. You're dancing around yourself. Your dancing around yourself. Dancing around yourself. Dancing around yourself. Dancing around. Dancing around. Dancing around. Dancing around. Around. Around. Around. Around.