Romance Is Dead

The plastic flowers you gave sit on the table so unstable And there's some greasy fingerprints on that pre-wrote birthday card you wrote your name in And i know that you make your effot but i think you could do much better A rose is blue and violets

Romance Is Dead lyrics The incisions in your wrist were all for show Just like you The epitome of self-indulgence Another farce, a charade And another set of crocodile tears So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song 'Broken hearts nev