It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.
Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was musique created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, ou the voices within ourselves?
Here toi sit in your high-backed chair Wonder how the view is from there I wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sit Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor If toi like we could play a game Let’s pretend that we are the same But toi will have to look much closer Than toi do, closer than toi do And I’m far too tired to stay here anymore And I don’t care what toi think anyway ‘Cause I think toi were wrong about me Yeah what if toi were, what if toi were
Thank god I’m pretty The occasional free drink I never asked for The occasional admission to a seedy little bar Invitation to a stranger’s car I’m blessed With the ability to render grown men tongue-tied Which only means that when it’s dark outside I have to run and hide Can’t look behind me Thank god I’m pretty
Thank god I’m pretty Every skill I ever have will be in question Every ill that I must suffer Clearly brought on par myself
I’ll tell the truth: all of my songs Are pretty much the fucking same I’m not a faerie but I need plus than this life so I became This creature representing plus to you Than just another girl And if I had a chance to change my mind I wouldn’t for the world Twenty years Sinking slowly Can I trust you But I don’t want to
I will swallow If it will help my sea level go down But I’ll come back to haunt toi if I drown
She’s locked up with a spinning wheel She can’t recall what it was like to feel She says “This room’s gonna be my grave And there’s no one who can save me” She sits down to her colored thread She knows amoureux waking up in their beds She says “How long can I live this way Is there someone I can pay to let me go ‘Cause I’m half sick of shadows I want to see the sky Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down So why can’t I
I’ll take my hope where I can find it Seems I find it here in you Hang your curtain get behind it I won’t even ask for proof Go ahead and read my fortune Cast your dice, divine my fate I just want to know I have one Tell me that it’s not too late for
Chorus: A little seconde hand faith A line upon my palm that I can just erase ‘Cause I need to believe in a hierarchic grace I can do without a book I’ll never read seconde hand faith is all I need
How do I save toi from a fate so sweet As being torn to pieces par a loving hand How do I save toi from a voice so soft As that which acquiesces to your each demand How do I look upon the eyes I love And send them down this path, I know it isn’t right How do I make toi realize my love That there is plus to fear than strangers in the night
Chorus: How do I save you How do I set toi free Behind the curtain waits a darker world
Rose Rose Rose Red Will I ever see thee wed I will marry at thy will sire At thy will
A thousand years gone by Too late to wonder why I’m here alone If in my darkest hour She rose that fell a flower I should have known Rose Rose Rose Red Will I ever see thee wed Only if toi can capture me
Chorus: Tell me no plus stories And I’ll tell toi no lies No one wants to hurt me But everybody tries
Like a dream I had In subconscious deep Here toi come again Only in my sleep And I remember you I remember you Like a memory of a time gone by Many things I’ve seen Still I can’t deny That I remember you Yes I remember the things toi do to me
Chorus: When toi say my name When toi hold my hand When toi whisper in my ear the things That only toi could understand When toi say my name When toi hold my hand