Текст песни Teenage Romanticide

Attacker at the bedroom window, push the ladder from the windowsill.
Serenades me from the ground thirty feet below.
Am I hearing voices, telling me what I already know.
Don't you move now, I'm just in here reading.
Pages turning, spine is breaking, plot is unfolding.
I can't breathe because I'm trying to stop the bleeding.
Pressure, stop your shaking. Pressure stop your shaking.

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I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not for long.

Your voice across the tin can line is quiet.
Unromantic, I'm trying to find my nerve.
Snuff the fire, mark the mail return to sender.
Tattoo my name across your lips so you remember.

I was a victim of teenage romanticide, and in the wrong.
I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not for long.