Take a ride on this macabre kissing booth,
Your seven minutes in heaven are finally up.
I'm through finding new ways to kill hearts with cheap kisses.
I never get used to all the blood. We just play our games
we're all the same, Just passing on pain.
Your seven minutes in heaven are finally up.
I'm through finding new ways to kill hearts with cheap kisses.
I never get used to all the blood. We just play our games
we're all the same, Just passing on pain.
But no more, I'm through I'm going to burn it all down.
I've hurt enough people for a while.
You're the perfect killing machine, your conscience always clean.
Something I will never understand: How can you think that a lie is good enough?
People are worth more then that, We're just making ourselves bitter and unable to love.
No, not again, not this time, not this way.
I will never again see love as just a game.
Maybe I shouldn't blame, After all I did the same that day I played the dating game.
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