Headcase**

there's a place in my head,
where my thoughts of u linger,
and to where our hands touched
to where they led,
the amination had a mission,
but now its lost, in my head,
ur white lace gloves touched my face but the tips are still red,
i bet u cant hide that after ur dead!

where is the passion, its out of fashion before we know,
where is that pistol where is that pistol before u go!
because bullet wholes spell ur name in the moonlight
when u turn away from the headlight!
see there's my ambition there's my ambition whoooooah.

a pair of scissors on the floor,
i say it must have been before,
this so sudden accident that,
could have been from her terrors of the night,
i hope to god u love me because that's,
the only way, some poet wrote,
to keep me this liar before someone slits my throat

there's a place i can see u in my head-----
you wrote this mess, of murder case,
and its in my hands! on your death bed,

where is the passion, its out of fashion before we know,
where is that pistol where is that pistol before u go!
because bullet wholes spell ur name in the moonlight
when u turn away from the headlight!
see theres my ambition theres my ambition whoooooah.

They say i could anything for youuuuuuuu---
but now i knowwww----how to poison a lover,
this lovers fates worse then death.

a pair of scissors on the floor,
i say it must have been before,
this so sudden accident that,
could have been from her terrors of the night,
i hope to god u love me because that's,
the only way, some poet wrote,
to keep me this liar before someone slits my throat

(theres a pair of scissors on floor)
I can always see you in my head------