poo-poo-pee-pee
03-12-2007, 05:57 AM
This is an adaption of my last song. A work in progress.
Any crits are greatly appreciated and will be returned.
Our lust will last a lifetime,
But the love between us died:
Like a smothered fire
I’ll boast my shameful display,
To heedless puppets dangling on:
Deceptive wires.
Then she says to me:
“If I can’t have you then no one can,
But it’s not over until I say
Together we’ll fall, we’ll fall at my hands,
Painted crimson, the colour of your dress.”
(My finger’s on the trigger my darling hostage) - Sung over chorus.
I hate the way you love me,
Coz I don’t feel the same way:
I’m a shameless liar.
The brutal truth between us,
Makes whispers of your screams,
And creases your attire.
Then she says to me:
“If I can’t have you then no one can,
But it’s not over until I say
Together we’ll fall, we’ll fall at my hands,
Painted crimson, the colour of your dress.”
(My finger’s on the trigger my darling hostage) x2.
Any crits are greatly appreciated and will be returned.
Our lust will last a lifetime,
But the love between us died:
Like a smothered fire
I’ll boast my shameful display,
To heedless puppets dangling on:
Deceptive wires.
Then she says to me:
“If I can’t have you then no one can,
But it’s not over until I say
Together we’ll fall, we’ll fall at my hands,
Painted crimson, the colour of your dress.”
(My finger’s on the trigger my darling hostage) - Sung over chorus.
I hate the way you love me,
Coz I don’t feel the same way:
I’m a shameless liar.
The brutal truth between us,
Makes whispers of your screams,
And creases your attire.
Then she says to me:
“If I can’t have you then no one can,
But it’s not over until I say
Together we’ll fall, we’ll fall at my hands,
Painted crimson, the colour of your dress.”
(My finger’s on the trigger my darling hostage) x2.