stop selling your dreams to ones whlo can't afford them, its only leaving you in martydoom with suicidal cats who can't seem to end nine lifes with

all the right tools but untrained skills to win you over(end of title)

Melachony queens
Morbid scenes
Black and blue
"I miss you"
One. Two. Threee.
Cries of "you're free"
She wears aubergine patches
Where's the matches?
Oh no she's drowning
Poor baby stop frowning
She's dieing for attention
He didn't get his pention
The autumn leaves fall
While blue skies stand tall
She has his ring
He's no longer the king
Watch her cry
So he'll try
And there she's frozen
He's got a dozen
She's all so appealing
He's lost all feeling
She's dieing
He's lying
Open up saturn blue
Only cause its what we do
Four. Five. Six.
She's got the tricks.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
He's extra fine.
She's dead
Oh poor fred
Bury her in the crimson fire
He'll take you higher
"She died! She died!" the papers read
That's what's been dread
Silence is only silence when all is gone
So raise your glasses to the ivory cloud
Cause that's what's allowed