Misery Loves Company.

It's not the time .It's not the place. I'm just another pretty face. So don't come any closer
You're not the first, you're not the last. How many more? Don't even ask.
You're one more dead composer.


Do I need you? Yes and no. Do I want you? Maybe so.
You're getting warm, you're getting warm, you're getting, warmer, oh, oh, oh.
Did you plan this all along? Did you care if was wrong? Who's getting warmer now. That I'm gone
Misery loves company, And company loves more. More loves everybody else. But hell is others


I'm not for you, you're not for me. I'll kill you first. You wait and see. You devil undercover.
You're not a prince, you're not a friend, you're just a child. And in the end you're one more selfish lover.


You're so easy to read. But the book is boring me.
Pray for me if you want to. Pray for me if you care. Pray for me you fucker if you fucking dare.


Emilie Autumn hace que esté de acuerdo con la teoría de que las mujeres son malas.