You Gotta Look Your Best In Death
I'm crying crimson
I'm bleeding tears
I'm trying to swallow
All of my fears
Clogging my throat
Like a noose
A lifetime of self-abuse
Dug myself an early grave
Holding my breath
I'll need to be brave
I cannot cry
I'll just stain my dress
In death you gotta look your best
I'm crying crimson
I'm bleeding tears
I choked to death
On all of my fears
So don't fool yourself
You can never look your best in death.
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kia19posted on 07/07/2009
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