Broken Things - Belle Morte

Your voice is a venomous sound

And you talk, oh, you talk a lot when I am around

I know all your scheming

All your dirty little secrets

So sweet as truth never could be

We are one, we are one on one you’re lying to me

You deceptive creature

Think you can control my weakness

I’ll do anything you want

To feed your appetite

To get things right

You’re never satisfied

You’re putting up a fight

You can not win today

Broken things get thrown away

You’re seeing a monster in me

But I’m not I am not that bad you want to believe

Now I undrstand that

All your virtue is misleading

You think I am totally blind

But I see oh I see right through thoughts that you hide

Stab m in my back

Then run away and leave me bleeding

Old bloodstains are never red

They rust, they fade to black instead

Old bloodstains are never red

They rust, they fade to black instead