Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Just a tattoo carved in skin, it will haunt you.
And the substance will break you.
The addictions a breakthrough.
So search for me in hell.
I could not blame you.
I'll be the one singing a love song.
You had it all in your hands, but you threw it away.
Just for the simple taste of the high that you crave.
I won't come down.
Red hair, stilettos; she smells like Chanel
and I'm a sucker for nylons.
I thought you'd never go and leave me here alone.