you're so pretty when you lie
lovesongs always make me cry
i dont think you have a
choice
there no truth left in your voice
remember when we used to laugh
just try to
forget all that
wear my heart upon your lips
i hope it tastes just lke
shit!
just call me me, miss ann thrope
you're so pretty when you
die
lovesongs always make me cry
i don't think you realise theres no blue left in your
eyes
remember when we used to sing
just try to forget those things
fill your hole
inside with dirt
i hope that it fucking hurts
just call me miss ann
thrope
you have left a trail of deceit assault an flattery
blasting through my
wounds
imprisoned me in god and poetry
a ritual to mend my angry heart
a bredding
ground for your untruth
if god created man in hisown image then fuck you
ashes to
ashes, dust to dust
my hate for you defines my lust
bridges to bridges your nothing to
me
welcome world miss ann thrope
fuck
cunt
miss ann
thrope
cunt
fuck
miss ann thrope
