Abby， You’re Going to Burn For What You’ve Done to Me - The Paper Chase

Are you planning your escape Are you crumbling for the evening When I'm asleep and you're awake I swear to god I'd take it to the grave But are you planning you

Entry number one I still hear the boots in the hallway Spider： I want your head. I want your wicked parts. I want to wring out your evil thoughts. I want to eat

Henry tell your wife everything Henry put the bible under your head Henry bite your lip if she says Do you love me Do you love me Henry what's the chaplain to s

Shame shame on you And your sweet head on the pillow Take the pills dear let your hair grow Take a knee believe you me With ankles to the earlobes Bite your lip

Maybe better you than me You're much weaker you're more clumsy When I forfeit my patience to you So maybe you've had too much wine Piggy's flushed up ankles swe

Dear diary as you can see the pen's drinking And it's an ornery little thing And it's dreadful dreadful dreadful Dear diary my sweet body will turn on me Say pr

I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't save your

Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned This nefarious prank that's controlled by the length of his arms And the kindred is gathere