Dead Girl Walking

When I walk in the room, I think about leaving

I could see that bitch, she was barely breathing

Something in the air, something in the air, something in the air

I think she knows about me and you upstairs

Should've never looked into those eyes

Should've never kept that promise

I think she knows about us, and I'm a dead girl walking

Caught up in those tragic lies

And now I'm just a dead girl walking

Back in a hotel, one room over

Picking on me like a four leaf clover

Bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the walls, bleeding through the walls

If she don't hear us, then it won't hurt her

I'm never cared about, this is murder

Making movies that we can't return

I'm a classic, no Turner, she a flip phone, she a burner

(No Turner here, fuck that bitch)

I think she knows about us, and I'm a dead girl walking

Caught up in those tragic lies

And now I'm just a dead girl walking

And I'm a dead girl walking, dead girl walking

Caught up on those tragic lies

And now I'm just a dead girl walking, dead girl walking