Cut me again,
this time to the bone,
I want the blood to pour like rain,
my mind is at it's best alone.
I could stare at the wall,
mask the misery,
not feeling anything at all.
We mean nothing,
you aren't what I want at all,
sitting I'll break necks beside myself I'm singing,
dreading and hoping you won't call.
Rip me apart,
not there,
the already dead and broken heart,
or is that something you can't bere?
So am crazy,
but come on baby,
I wish I was dead am so fucking lazy.
So leave don't ever look back,
I'm serious I don't want this anymore.
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