WHAT ARE YOU A PUSSY
ARE YOU SCARED TO FEEL TO MUCH
I`LL MAKE YOU FEEL
MY KNIFE DRAWS ZIG-ZAGS ACCROSS PALE SKIN
CUTTING JUST ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU BLEED
DOES IT HURT BABY
IT`S NOT NEARLY ENOUGH PAYBACK
FOR THE PAIN YOU CAUSED ME
YOU TWISTED MY WORDS TO SUIT YOUR NEEDS
I`M JUST RETURNING THE FAVOR
MY KNIFE PLUNGES
I TURN IT
INSTANT GRATIFICATION
I`VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE
TO HEAR YOU SCREAM
JUST FOR ME
I STAUNCH THE FLOW OF BLOOD
I WANT YOU CONSCIOUS AND BEGGING
I LOST WHO I WAS IN MY EFFORT
TO PLEASE YOU
NOW YOU SEE THE REAL ME
KNIFE POISED OVER YOUR HEART
WAITING FOR THE LAST GASP
BEFORE I STAB IT INTO YOUR CHEST
IT TAKES EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME
TO ACT SAD OVER THE DESCRUCTION
OF OUR LOVE
MAYBE I HATED YOU TOO MUCH
WAY MORE THAN IS HEALTHY
DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HELP ME
YOU WERE WRONG
© 2006 BeTrAyEd
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