Mercy's Just Not His Thing
I have no inspiration
I really don't my dear
I need that dying love of yours
Though it barely lasts a year
That evil little heart you have
It's black instead of red
The empty soul that screams at me
Even inside my head
Your mean
Your cruel
You've never used your wings
But babe is it depression?
Or is mercy just not your thing?
I really don't my dear
I need that dying love of yours
Though it barely lasts a year
That evil little heart you have
It's black instead of red
The empty soul that screams at me
Even inside my head
Your mean
Your cruel
You've never used your wings
But babe is it depression?
Or is mercy just not your thing?