Twisted

It's a twisted, tragic, black-magic, involuntary habit
The way you lose your self-control
A heartache hiding under fashion waiting for the world to happen
It's hard to hide the heat inside that hell you call a soul

And you've been told
Your heart is made of solid gold

Twisted little teenage heart
What'cha gonna tear apart this time?
Growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark
Your twisted little teenage heart
Your twisted little teenage heart

You're the metronome that's swinging
Back and forth from hot to freezing
Not afraid to fake your age but still afraid of growing old
Like a queen in isolation, rule the world from in your basement
You think you're only worth what you can earn, what you can hold

And you've been told
Your heart is made of solid gold

Twisted little teenage heart
What'cha gonna tear apart this time?
Growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark
Your twisted little teenage heart
Your twisted little teenage heart

Twisted little teenage heart
What'cha gonna tear apart this time?
Growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark
Your twisted little teenage heart
Your twisted little teenage heart