My blood dried before I cried
Morbidly, too easily
'Cause my favorite story's the one that's gory
I wonder if that's all right
Forget the flowers and love encounters
The bride's revenge makes so much more sense
Dragging my feet 'cause I'm too weak
Caught a cold and thought I was for sure dying
It's eighty-eight weeks and I was too free
Trying to kill the cold that married me
All alone, all I own (repeating)
My eyes dried before I died
All alone, all I own (repeating)
My blood dried before I cried
Morbidly, too easily
'Cause my favorite story's the one that's gory
I wonder if that's all right
The bride's revenge makes so much more sense
Caught a cold and thought I was for sure dying
It's eighty-eight weeks and I was too free
Trying to kill the cold that married me
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