Next Life Songtext

So High She Hits The Target Every Time She Gets Away Everyday Cold Hands She Reaches For The Cigarettes To Warm The Day She Cant Say She Needs More Sympathy She Needs More Of Everything Another Kiss Another Pill She Believes In A Bigger Thrill She Might Just Kill Again Move On To The Next Life She Finds Too Much Interference On Her Radio It's Nine Below So Blind She Walks Into The Distance And Fades Away Away Away Away High Fiving Emptiness She's Gone Too Far To Confess Another Day Another Lie Searching For That Perfect High She Might Just Kill Again Move On To The Next Life She Might Just Kill Again Move On Move On She Moves On Move On Move On To The Next Life Bye Bye Bye Bye Cold Hands Reach For Cigarettes