Art is the Weapon

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by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THI.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART mga kaibigan DID!
Frank and Jamia walked to the one class they had together, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Before they turned the corner that would lead them to class, Frank gave his girlfriend one last halik before they proceeded down the hallway with no signs of PDA whatsoever. Not touching her in any way always made him anxious and agitated, even for a moment. They entered class and sat in their seats, he stared at Jamia with obvious tuta dog eyes as she got class materials out of her bag. She saw...

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll...