Suicide In Her Head
I met a girl who played with fire
She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her
Yeah she's the type of girl thats looking for a fight
Black lipstick gonna be her prey tonight
Yeah she's the type of girl that don't wanna come down
High on the fumes of this small town
She's gonna burn it to the ground
Cause if she can't be an angel
Then she'll haunt us all instead
And if she can't get to heaven
Then she'll go to hell instead
And if she can't go outside
then she'll have to die in bed
Suicide In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
I met a girl who took me for a ride
She's a little sad but I can't forget those eyes
Yeah she's the type of girl
Gonna keep you up all night
Bloody wrists, little knifes (those little fights)
But I don't care what the devil says
You can't have her, no one can
You're gonna have to rip her
From my cold dead hands
Cause I'm the type of boy who understands
That if she can't be an angel
Then she'll haunt us all instead
And if she can't get to heaven
Then she'll go to hell instead
And if she can't go outside
then she'll have to die in bed
Suicide In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
I met a girl who played with fire
She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her
And those strange desires
She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her
Yeah she's the type of girl thats looking for a fight
Black lipstick gonna be her prey tonight
Yeah she's the type of girl that don't wanna come down
High on the fumes of this small town
She's gonna burn it to the ground
Cause if she can't be an angel
Then she'll haunt us all instead
And if she can't get to heaven
Then she'll go to hell instead
And if she can't go outside
then she'll have to die in bed
Suicide In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
I met a girl who took me for a ride
She's a little sad but I can't forget those eyes
Yeah she's the type of girl
Gonna keep you up all night
Bloody wrists, little knifes (those little fights)
But I don't care what the devil says
You can't have her, no one can
You're gonna have to rip her
From my cold dead hands
Cause I'm the type of boy who understands
That if she can't be an angel
Then she'll haunt us all instead
And if she can't get to heaven
Then she'll go to hell instead
And if she can't go outside
then she'll have to die in bed
Suicide In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
In Her Head
Suicide In Her Head
I met a girl who played with fire
She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her
And those strange desires
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Writer(s): Elijah Cruise
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