Woorden: Matchbook Romance. Voices. Portrait.

Love, bring me the head of jealousy
This curse is the poison on her lips
A love as certain as a sinking ship
Unstoppable

This isn't a dream
This is what you are
And I'll take the blame
But that won't heal your scars

Look
Look a little closer now
Shot off
You should have known this wasn't a truce
Did your cheapshot
Turn black and blue

You should have known better
Than to change your mind
Tears won't tame your misery
They're the ones that say
Your heart is just a beat
You're just keeping time

This isn't a game
Who do you think you are
I'll take the blame
But that won't heal your scars

Look
Look a little closer now
Shot off
You should have know this wasn't a truce
Did your cheapshot
Turn black and blue

Look
Look a little closer now
Shot off
You should have know this wasn't a truce
Did your cheapshot

Look
Look a little closer now
Shot off
You should have know this wasn't a truce
Did your cheapshot
Turn black and blue