Paroles de Before You Can Say Knife

The clock of life turned fifteen That was the day of my destiny A twist of fate in the story of our protagonist Whom the gods love die young (in this case i don't give a fuck) And stand strong Cause you were picked to bleed to give up And miss the target And so (you're live trapped) In this bed Was it worth it? Don't you repent it? With deep With deep regret I have I have to announce that you're dead I wrote a poem (bree bree bree) 'bout your misery (bree) One (for sorrow) Two (for joy) Three (for a girl) Four (for a boy) Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told [2x] Before you can say knife [3x]