Tourch the moon

Burn the school

She wrote in red

On her bedroom wall

Nothings pure

The paint runs to the floor

She laughs to easily and cries to hard

Shouldnt drink alone the colours

How can she forgive when we know well what we do

Feather scratches on her wrists

dry run with a bread knife for a final twist

Shoulndt be forshown if it should come to this

She laughs to easily and cries to hard

Shouldnt drink alone the colours run

how can she forgive when we know well what we do

She was born to feel it all(born to feel it all)

Born to see it all

And when it feel so likely its still burning brightly and she wont look away oooohooohh

She laughs to easily and cries to hard

She laughs to easily and cries to hard,

Tourch the moon

Burn the school

Why it a man making all the rules

Peter Carlo poster on her door

She laughs to easily and cries to hard

Shouldnt drink alone the colours run how can she forgive when we know well what we do

and when it feels so likely its still burning brightly and she wont look away(she wont look away)

She wont look away

She wont look away

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