Miss Ann Thrope

you抮e so pretty when you lie love songs always make me cry i don抰 think you have a choice there抯 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 like shit just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you抮e so pretty when you die love songs always make me cry i don抰 think you realise there抯 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 f**king hurts just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you have left a trail of deceit a*sault and flattery blasting through my wounds imprisoned me in god and poetry a ritual to mend my angry heart a breeding ground for your untruth if god created man in his own image then f**k you ashes to ashes dust to dust my hate for you defines my lust bridges to bridges you抮e nothing to me welcome world miss ann thrope f**k cunt miss ann thrope cunt f**k miss ann thrope miss ann thrope