You eat up my heart and all the little parts
Your star is so sharp it leaves me jagged holes
I make myself sick just to poison you
If i can't have you then no one will

But then our star rushes in
feeling like a child and looking
like a woman
She has been forecast with an
attempt to kill herself
but the ending didn't test well

Sometimes I feel like dancing...

Just give us war, I've been calling you all week
for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone fucker

Hey mister superstar,
I'll kill myself for you.
I'll kill you if I can't have you
Superstar, super fuck baby, superstar, superfuck, baby....

Too dumb to run away
Too dead to die

I was born with too few middle-fingers.