Thoughts are running out of your head
Too much to say and you don’t know how
This ice cold disease is starting to spread
Show me the way cause soon means now

Maybe it’s nice to write about love
Little Casanova Don Juan wannabe
You are going to loose everything
My eyes and ears bleed I cannot see

Oh Romeo don't be so sad
You are just wasting my time
Those lines will only make you mad
And your mind is finally mine

You have lost it when it's said and done
Angels are calling but they've got no wings
Stop that whining you've had your fun
I don’t like those words I’m gonna kill your darlings

You hope the penn is sharper than a knife
But it’s not true just a sad old phrase
Save that shit for your future wife
My knife breaks your penn like the end of days

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