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. 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.
Lyrics submitted by rustedhope
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