Miss Ann Thrope (by My Ruin Feat. Jessicka) Testo

You're so pretty when you lieLove songs always make me cryI don't think you have a choiceThere's no truth left in your voiceRemember when we used to laughJust try to forget all thatWear my heart upon your lipsI hope it tastes just like shitJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeYou're so pretty when you dieLove songs always make me cryI don't think you realizeThere's no blue left in your eyesRemember when we used to singJust try to forget those thingsFill your hole inside with dirtI hope that it fucking hurtsJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeJust call me...Miss Ann ThropeYou have left a trail of deceit, assault, and flatteryBlasting through my wounds, imprisoned me in God and poetryA ritual to mend my angry heart, a breeding ground for your untruthIf God created man in his own image, then fuck youAshes to ashes, dust to dustMy hate for you defines my lustBridges to bridges, you're nothing to meWelcome world, Miss Ann ThropeAshes to ashes, dust to dustMy hate for you defines my lustBridges to bridges, you're nothing to meWelcome world, Miss Ann ThropeFuck, cuntMiss Ann ThropeCunt, fuckMiss Ann Thrope