'Cause having this blade under my chest
Makes me fall in love with the feeling I'll sleep and won't see your face f*cking my brain
Oh what a shame everything ends with
Blood on my hands
Oh, and when I am done
Would you be so kind to clean up
All the mess? You f*cked up.
Pick up the pieces and pull them together but make sure to label them so you don't mix them with yours
I f*cking hate you
Open those scars once again then
Lay on my grave, make it end