Merry WidowI do not sleep at night,
Restless til morning light,
I can not breath,
For him I wait, laced tight like Bettie, bound up like bait,
Just like a lonesome rose my desperation grows until he sees,
And fills my hollow heart with temporary sparks and debris,
Smear rouge across my lips to cover up sorrow,
PerfumeYOU ARE A PISTOL AIMED AT MY HEART,
FOR SO LONG IT'S LEFT ME SCARRED,
I HEAR YOUR NAME, I'M TORN APART,
I HEAR YOUR NAME, I'M TORN APART,
FORCED TO LEAVE EVERYTHING TO CHANCE,
I PRAY TO SHAKE OUT OF YOUR TRANCE,
A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE,
A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE,