Testo di Botanica de Los Angeles

You should have known Yet unashamed That there's no way To save your wasted flower of youth But you feel the same In spite of all he did to you Sweet heart, cut up face That I would have died any number of times for Beat down and beat down So peculiar, so beloved Don't look away Be rough on the weak True love ought not wait but has The pistol is raised to your lips The feel of a kiss is gone Gone as soon as it ends Sweet face, busted teeth That I would have died any number of times with Slapped around like a clown So peculiar, so beloved Hyunhye, dead Kathleen, dead Molly, dead Natasia, dead Denise, dead Mylinh, dead Mimi, dead Jessica, dead