I'm not a poet im just troubled in the head, this isnt a song of love its a song
about wanting you dead. ive got good news and ive got bad news, good news is ive
died, bad news is only on the inside.


im taking aim and im thinking back, ill never you know the feelings that ive
possessed. because your the only one i want to kiss but to kill at the same

time.

hold your breath, dont get your hopes up but this hold your breath, this is for

you and this for you