Take a ride on this macabre kissing booth, Your seven minutes in heaven are finally up. I m through finding new ways to kill hearts with cheap kisses. I never get used to all the blood. We just play our games; we re all the same, Just passing on pain. But no more, I m through; I m going to burn it all down. I ve hurt enough people for a while. You re the perfect killing machine, your conscience always clean. Something I will never understand: How can you think that a lie is good enough? People are worth more then that, We re just making ourselves bitter and unable to love. No, not again, not this time, not this way. I will never again see love as just a game. Maybe I shouldn t blame, After all I did the same that day I played the dating game.