I'm not here to beg for
A bone and get
Twenty-two minutes of her time.
This isn't love
So don't call it as such
And we all know she lies
Much too much.
Ignore me and ignore me again
I wish you'd tell me you love me
And I the same back.
Hate can build up inside
But nothing compares to if I
Rip out her jugular vein
And yes I'm aware
That I have a few pairs of my
Own fucking issues.
Screaming out
Fuck my life
All I wanted was a little bit of
Attention.
Who really knows what goes on in my silly little head?
Maybe I talk to myself
And listen to what myself has
To say
A million words said in
A moment not so suspended in time;
Bridge the gap between us
While I am too busy to notice
Since I'm digging your grave.
Homicide not so much
More like an assisted suicide
Where I aid my stupid
Once loved slut.
Tie her up, mow her down
Electric chair
Fry your brain until all you dream is me.
Love me now
Or come face to face with
Capitol punishment in full force
My knife making love to your face
Tied up, and turn away
But there is no escape from your fate
Life is in my hands
So I'm playing god
Her tears can stain the ground I walk on
Sew her mouth shut
She'll never again make a sound.
© 2008 PaYaSiN
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