Stains on the floor Glass broken from the door Empty Bottles all over the room Lost thoughts, blurred vision That's what i don't want anymore Doors slamming, voices screaming Chorus: This is a This is a No more A no more Fires in the den Shots of guns in my head You all ways remembering the dead Putting thoughts in my head New boyfriend,lost son That's what I don't want anymore Fighting, police calls Chorus: No more No more, you hore Why can't you just fall down and die Chorus:Birth sign: Virgo
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