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“you’re the boy who murdered love. Cold hands and a heart of stone. You're a midas in reverse
You're the king of pain and hurt. And the stars turn into fire. And the roses change from red to black. You encourage my desire. Then you put the arrow in my back. You're the thief of innocence
You're a tainted cherry tree. There's a mark upon your skin. Where your heart once used to be. You're a sinner with no soul. You're the nearly was I never had. YOU'RE AN ANGEL I WAS TOLD, THEN YOU PUT THE ARROW IN MY BACK!"
You're the king of pain and hurt. And the stars turn into fire. And the roses change from red to black. You encourage my desire. Then you put the arrow in my back. You're the thief of innocence
You're a tainted cherry tree. There's a mark upon your skin. Where your heart once used to be. You're a sinner with no soul. You're the nearly was I never had. YOU'RE AN ANGEL I WAS TOLD, THEN YOU PUT THE ARROW IN MY BACK!"
-diana Vickers
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