Would you feel better if I slit my wrists?
Would I fit in with all my wits?
Would you love me better if I had a gun?
And blew my fucking face off just for fun
 
Would you love me better than you love me now?
If my blood turned rusty shades of brown?
On the walls my thoughts of you
And in my hand clenched love for you
 
Would you love me more than you did last week?
If I pealed off my skin and had a peak
Of my insides all dead and grey
Wish I could make these feelings go away
 
Are my bones to fucking worn and thin?
For you to wiggle your way in
There’re bullet wounds in my trust for you
But there was nothing more that I could do
 
I used to love but it turned to mud (tears on the foundation of trust)
That’s why I went out and got a gun (years of torturing me with lust)
For the last time I looked at the sun (crimson red and stained by rust)
And blew my fucking face off just for fun (all my thoughts have turned to dust)
 
Would you love me better if I died for you?
And did everything you asked me to
Would you feel better if I slit my wrists?
Would I die with all my wits?
 
Is suicide the only way?
To make these feelings go away
Is there nothing else that I could do?
To be as famous as you two
 
For the last time I looked at the sun
And blew my fucking face off just for fun
And for the last time I looked at the moon
And blew my fucking face off just for you

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