Vanity
Goodbye morning rose
Hello vanity
Curse that pretty song
That put you in this sleep
Girl says she wants to die
You wanna know but you won't ask why
She laughs at broken bones
You think she's cool but she's all alone
Walking on our own
We'll find a hole to call a home
I don't want to go
But our time is running low
Eyes will pierce a hole
Through your skin and your jet black soul
Goodbye morning rose, hello vanity
Curse that pretty song that put you in this sleep
Autor(es): JOHN CARLO CASTRO