you're so pretty when you lie

lovesongs always make me cry

i dont think you have a choice

there no truth left in your voice

remember when we used to laugh

just try to forget all that

wear my heart upon your lips

i hope it tastes just lke shit!



just call me me, miss ann thrope



you're so pretty when you die

lovesongs always make me cry

i don't think you realise theres no blue left in your eyes

remember when we used to sing

just try to forget those things

fill your hole inside with dirt

i hope that it fucking hurts



just call me miss ann thrope



you have left a trail of deceit assault an flattery

blasting through my wounds

imprisoned me in god and poetry

a ritual to mend my angry heart

a bredding ground for your untruth

if god created man in hisown image then fuck you



ashes to ashes, dust to dust

my hate for you defines my lust

bridges to bridges your nothing to me

welcome world miss ann thrope



fuck

cunt

miss ann thrope

cunt

fuck

miss ann thrope