Lace from Prom by Little Gunpowder

I wanna hate love but can’t seem to hate you
I don’t know why I do the thing that I do
I’ve been hungry so long my ribs showing through
But that doesn’t stop me from falling for you
I've got burns on my hands and burns on my face
They'll find my corpse dressed in Chantilly lace
And the love that I have can feel like a waste
Have a rose in one hand in the other is mace
I’m a freak I'm a martyr I’m always in danger
I’d put screws in my head if I could stop feeling anger
The wounds in my chest give me synesthesia
Can I hold your hand this world keeps getting stranger
Down in my bead the white walls are blinding
I keep the lights off the shadows are haunting
I want something bad but its not worth the dying
It's easy to burn if you enjoy the lighting
Lightning
Lightning
Lightning
Lightning
Lightning
Lightning
Lightning

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