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 not a killer but 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