Your broken promise was a slap in the face
A being like you I classify as a waste
so misleading with your lies
so seductive with those eyes
and those crimson lips
how i long for a taste
to call you a beautiful disaster would be the understatement of the century
more like an angelic apocalypse
you'll never know how much you meant to me
as years pass and our pictures fade
losing color but never meaning
i think i'll still have nightmares about you while im dreaming
and even though your gorgeous face scares me so
the truth is i wake up smiling never screaming