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Play Dead
And boys are so cold they speak without meaning the only time
They talk is in their sleep and girls are a bore their touch
Without feeling their secrets always far too grim to keep and
Up until now you've lived in their shadows trying
Hard to please them but they’ll never change as
Long as they’re breathing thinking hurts
And thoughts don't rhyme to those of us who've
Never tried to find a face behind our lipstick
Smiles and as our pretty faces die our broken
Hearts will wonder why the makeup just won't hide
The scars of time and boys are so cruel so don't let
Them find you tonight and girls are so vain so put
Them behind you tonight I'll cast you a spell a magic
Where everyone plays dead forever and after
Tonight they’ll never remind you
The Birthday Massacre:
The Birthday Massacre:
