my blood smells like ginseng teas
broken mirrors you & me
let mi rot in all this shit
crawling in my skin
colder then the slumber
then knifes on the throat
im only w8 for reason to let it go
(is it tough 2 let it go)
when pain everyday is same
only way is to pass away
sunlight hurts my eyes when i collapse
crush my heart & baby froze it up
i think i'm way too strung out
i just wanna be what you
want me,
make me anything
you please me,
crave me like somethings worn all out
i think i'm way too strung out
i'm cold,
i'm freezing for you
but you won't even touch me
maybe if i was pretty you'd want me,
maybe if i was pretty you'd want me
pass away