The Birthday Massacre

Waiting as I'm wanting to Speaking as I'm spoken to Changing to your point of view Fading as I follow you A boyish notion of false emotion These words are spoken despite my love A fool's devotion was set in motion My eyes are open now It's a glass ca

Make you up. Take you out. Play it up to bring you down. Take the time to make this last. Spin the wheel. Watch it crash. Turn the dress to broken glass. Strike a pose and the hold the flash. I'm not the only one who's bleeding Before the past is don

Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how you play They don't understand and so we're Running just as fast as we can Holding onto one another's hand Trying to get away into the night And then I put my arms around you And

I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps" I wore my black and white dress to the birthday massacre Birthday massacre, birthday I wore my black and white dress I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head" I think my frien

"Red Stars" Best of cruel intentions Binding what they fail to mention No truth All pretension Raise your hand to give attention You'd give it We'd take it You'd build it We'd break it You sign and we erase it You'd feel it We'd fake it It's my