Theres nothing left
But to pave red rows in skin
Rows sewed with a blade
From your aspirin
Theres nothing left
But to pave red rows in skin
When ever I see you
Brings back all the things we used to do
Used to do, when I see you
We could have been
So much
So much more than this
We shoulda been
Coulda been
So much more
I still hate you
Still hate you
Still hate you
This is my way out
This is my goodbye
Just tell me its okay to leave this note
And die
I wanna see
I wanna know
Your hands around my throat
I wanna see
I wanna know
Your hands around my throat
This is my way out
This is my goodbye
Just tell me its okay to leave this note
And die
