Take me out
Out on the town
Wipe that look right off your face
Cut that shit out now
I see you staring at me
Eyes are looking dinner plates
Consume my marrow
If you wanna know my mental state
Take the duct tape off my wrists
If you wanna f*ck me
Kick the chair out underneath me
Bitch i'm feeling ugly
I'm looking out the glass
Seven floors above the ground
Throw me out the window
Turn my flesh into a mound
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck
I don't need
An enemy
But i don't need
Your whispers haunting
I told them to replace me if they can
But they came up short
I told my mother that
She should have had an abort--