My Valentine

crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine chamber and locked to the left of my heart revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste souring the blood in the heat of the night confusion discresion imploading still yerning for the time to arive when ever what ever never mind crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine chamber and locked to the left of my heart revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste souring the blood in the heat of the night blood dripping and staining on the pavement shadow the victim drenched in hate moment arives when i join you on the other side chamber locked fires off once more to the heart crossing the line means a bullitt from my valentine chamber and locked to the left of my heart revenge is so sweet but leaves a bitter aftertaste souring the blood in the heat of the night