Besedila: Papercut Massacre. Other. Pink Lighted Suicide.

She's completely dead to the world
No one ever really seems to notice her
The pain instilled, the damage is done
Just another dead in the eyes love song

You feel everything, what are we made of
You wave off everything while I remain stunned
It's just another day of cold shoulders

This girl doesn't know
What she has in store
Oblivious to what she's got
But has to have some more

She retreats into her room
Acquainted with the silence and the solitude
The time stood still, the battles' all gone
She left us with this dead in the eyes love song

You feel everything, what are we made of
You wave off everything while I remain stunned
It's just another day of cold shoulders

This girl doesn't know
What she has in store
Oblivious to what she's got
But has to have some more

This girl has said
The words are fire inside
Perfect bliss
Pink lighted suicide

It's just another day, another day of cold shoulders
It's just another day, another day of cold shoulders
It's just another day, another day of cold shoulders

This girl doesn't know
What she has in store
Oblivious to what she's got
But has to have some more

This girl has said
The words are fire inside
Perfect bliss
Her pink lighted suicide
Her pink lighted suicide