Oh Belladonna never knew the pain
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe it’ll drive you insane
The open letter just carelessly placed
And you move in silence, the tea so delicately laced
[1] Out of reach, out of touch
How you’ve learned to hate so much
Came from passion, and you gave it a name
The fingers are poisoned like needles in the drivin’ rain
So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace
Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face
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