"READ MY LIPS" - Best Interest (Impressão)

"Read My Lips"

Your eyes pierced through my lips, yeah

All I bleed are smiles

Sitting in the corner with a razor and a smile

All the others slowly bleed to death

They all watched while he shed blood in style

Their words went from

Forget me not to I forgot

But he fell too soon

Now his existence remains in the hearts of the cold

Now you'll never recur

You'll never recur

Read my lips a thousand times

Count the quarter's nickels dimes

Does this tragedy make sense?

Or was the good missing from bye

Should this be a lesson learned?

How chests are boards and words are darts

Or is it ever a concern

To shatter those with glasslike hearts