Dead Boyfriend - and i stood there, thinking i was either going to die or scare the next kid round the corner half to death
You sold your soul to feed the richI sold mine to some drunk kids
You tied a string to your molar
I hid under the bed until it was over
You got some steady fans
I wear thimbles while you shake the soldiers hands
I couldn't hold a flame
You walk strong and proud
I'm left out
As the one to blame
I kinda like the way you refuse to name
A mistake that I may or may not have made
Bloody with fame
I stood there thinking I just mightve had what it takes
Written by:
Ashley Brown
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