I'm not a poet I'm just troubled in the head
This isnt a song of love its a song about wanting you dead
I've got good news and I've got bad news
Good news is I've died
Bad news is only on the inside
I'm taking aim and I'm thinking back
Ill never you know the feelings that I've possessed
Because your the only one I want to kiss but to kill at the same time
Hold your breath
don't get your hopes up
But this hold your breath
This is for you and this for you
