Good girls, Good girls gone bad
Turn into a bad girl
Fake friends, alcohol
Bad combination
Even throwing shots at the Re-live station
Pastor of the church but don't know what The Word is saying
Lost Sheep
Alone
You sitting on a throne
That I made
It's made out of Gold
No one loved her better still my heart it feels indebted
Nothing ever good enough
Childhood traumatic stuff
Childhood traumatic stuff
Childhood traumatic stuff
Nothing ever good enough
Childhood traumatic stuff
Not her childhood
I'm talking about mine
I'm talking about mine
Good girls gone bad
Turn into a bad girl
Fake friends, alcohol
Bad combination
Even throwing shots at the Re-live station
Pastor of the church but don't know what The Word is saying
Pastor told me "if I was with God she would never leave"
Little did he know
I'm the first to get her on her knees
Praying daily
Bible studies
Reading the word everyday
2nd suicide attempt
Of course I'm in fucking pain!
All alone
In his mind he saved her soul
In this life she's burning up
Dragon breathing Satan's clutch