Tourch the moon
Burn the school
She wrote in red
On her bedroom wall
Nothings pure
The paint runs to the floor
She laughs to easily and cries to hard
Shouldnt drink alone the colours
How can she forgive when we know well what we do
Feather scratches on her wrists
dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
Shoulndt be forshown if it should come to this
She laughs to easily and cries to hard
Shouldnt drink alone the colours run
how can she forgive when we know well what we do
She was born to feel it all(born to feel it all)
Born to see it all
And when it feel so likely its still burning brightly and she wont look away oooohooohh
She laughs to easily and cries to hard
She laughs to easily and cries to hard,
Tourch the moon
Burn the school
Why it a man making all the rules
Peter Carlo poster on her door
She laughs to easily and cries to hard
Shouldnt drink alone the colours run how can she forgive when we know well what we do
and when it feels so likely its still burning brightly and she wont look away(she wont look away)
She wont look away
She wont look away
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