Dance ’til you’re dead
Heads will roll
On the floor
Glitter on the west streets
Silver over everything
The rivers all wet
You’re all chrome
Dripping with alchemy
Shiver stop shivering
The glitter’s all wet
You’re all chrome
The men cry out the girls cry out
The men cry out the girls cry out
The men cry out, oh no
Yes, the heads will roll, when this new pyscho chick walks into the scene.
lately, ive been searching, but not finding my true love for life.
i know i love my life, but screw this, its all an illusion.
chasing these dreams ive set up, only to find that my dreams probably hate me back.
Today i reunited with my secret lover, after all the arguments and crying, again together, to stay,our relationship is so poisonous at times,
my secret lover blamed me of not being on the same page, but baby, please begin a new chapter in our own little journal, ill bring you to my scene, we will be in the slums of paris soon.
On a different note, im starting my photography portfolio during spring break, which is next week :)
lets see how that goes,
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