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Vendetta Red
depressionesque
Imprisoned in perfumeI smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping
Strange how they hurt you
stinging memories they break your heart
And it's gone so fast
The only girl I ever loved is slipping through my hands
I blew a kiss, waved goodbye
turned my head and hid my eyes so you wouldn't see me cry
Count me out cause I'm a mess
A twisted accident a psychological wreck
A bruising sentiment
We'll count back and curtsey
The curtain falls and I begin to burn
We stand out like statues
impervious to pardoning our French