Essie

If looks could kill you'd be a murderer, maybe just a whore, maybe you're a.. If looks could kill you'd be a murderer, maybe just a whore..I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for, bleeding on your porch. I know I know I know, knew that it wasn't right, but of course I tried to keep my heart inside of my chest but that fell through that's why I'm here with her not you .It's a comfort to know as you're watching him go, as you're leaving him scream your name is this what you wanted is this what you needed is this what you call a bleeding game take a run for me, leave them all alone see their eyes when their love's so far from home with a flick of the tongue and the shake in the hips and the look in your eye and the red in your lips