Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses by The Number 12 Looks Like You

If These Bullets Could Talk

by The Number 12 Looks Like You· from Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses

What you've accomplished against me was sickening. So I'll be sure to return the favor. You hurt me horribly. I turned back, you killed me. I haven't for much, but I'll ask you this, Why would you destroy your own best friend. I'm so tired of looking into mirrors, just to see the reflection cry. So plain and simple, I need you to die. Place this picture in your lovers hands. Watch her dying in pain and disbelief. Now that you're gone, I feel I've done my part. But now its time for me to stop this beating heart. I'll never be hurt again.