lyrics that r stuck in my head (pt 34)

i got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back

it's true, romance is dead

i shot it in the chest and then in the head

and if you wanna go down in history then i'm your prince

because they've got me in a bad way, i've never seen a heart i couldn't break

it was never about the songs, it was competition

make the biggest scene

make the biggest

which came first, the music or the misery?

we're high fashion, we're last chances

which came first, the music or the misery?

we're high fashion, we're last chances