Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons

... And Still I Stayed To Plan All My Revenge, My Vengeance Against Those Who Had Turned Me From Good To Evil, And Made Of Me What I Was Going To Be From This Day Forward.

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.

Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons -cinnamon

I Never Realized That The Blue Sky I Saw Was Not The Soft, Nurturing Sky Of Spring, But The Cold, Chilling, Lonely Sky Of Winter

Angel, Saint, Devil's Spawn, Good Or Evil, You've Got Me Pinned To The Wall And Labeled As Yours Until The Day I Die. And If You Die First, Then It Won't Be Long Before I Follow.