She rots in the cage of your make,
far away from your eyes.
You stripped all her powers to break
with your love and your lies.
Marooned on an island,
you gave her a gun and a choice.
But she’s crazy about you,
she still waits around for your voice.
What kind of sick, sick love is this
that you left her to die.
What kind of sick, sick love is this
that you left her to die.
She rots in the cage of your make
as she waits for a sign.
Your gun in her hand
but there isn’t a choice in her mind.
Now there’s guilt in your veins
‘cause there’s guilt in your heart,
so there’s guilt in your blood
but you’re oceans apart.
What kind of sick, sick love is this
that you left her to die
What kind of sick, sick love is this
that you left her to die.
What kind of sick, sick love is this
that you left her to die.
What kind of sick, sick love is this…
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