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