I can't sing with an angry song
Makes me sick; i can't think straight
I fall apart when i think of the world
Think of the world i'm in
Once in a paper doll world
I felt the pain of a summer
Porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt
Such were the pains of my wanders
Poor little girl with a sunburn
Poor little girl with a sunburn
Once was a shadow shrewn here
Branches were cracking like fingers
My little light got caught in our fears
Those were the fears in my dream, dear
As for my trembling, white fingers
As for these trembling, white fingers
I can't sing with an angry song
Makes me sick; i can't think straight
I fall apart when i think of the world
Think of the world i'm in
k** her right now
You'll regret it if you wait
It's over when it's lost
Sell me the secrets of love
In a pint of blood
I can't see with an angry soul
[i can't sing with an angry song.]
I can't sing when you're angry
I can't see when you're angry
I can't see when you're angry
I can't...
He k**ed now
It could still remate so wonderful
We could be Rapsey in talking form from now on
Don't hold on
Just give me something to swallow
It's best to dance while it burns
If it must hurt
If it must burn
I could be anything wonderful