Jan 16, 2006 21:58
Drink the poison, when you think it's over
Stabbing yourself, when you think it's too late
Tragic endings are your thing, you love them
You love letting go, the ending's the same
Drink the poison, when you think it's over
Inevitable, Verona lives inside of you
I wasn't asking for the world
And you know that I'm not one to follow through
All these city streets the people look the same
And I can see your face, and I can hear your name
I wasn't asking for the world