//Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is now a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.\\
--
//She has been forecast with an
attempt to kill herself,
but the ending didn't test well.
Eat me, drink me
Eat me, drink me
This is only a game,
this is only a game.\\