smith, elliott
roman candle
he played himself didn't need me to give him hell he could be cool and cruel to you and me knew we'd put up with anything i want to hurt him i want to give him pain i'm a roman candle my head is full of flames i'm hallucinating hallucinating i hear you cry your tears are cheap wet hot red swollen cheeks fall asleep i want to hurt him i want to give him pain i'm a roman candle my head is full of flames i want to hurt him i want to hurt him i want to hurt him i want to give him pain make him feel this pretty burn