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let's play a game called cut you to pieces
it's easier with something sharp
It's perfect because I am cutting edge
pop the ego and peel back your skin
you're my empitome of death
You make me shiver from cold
My memory of you is permant as ink
you're my beating heart &
my veins are blue with this blood so toxicated
I am as attention worthy
as the front page in the paper
but my words won't be audiable
to deaf ears. So, il sing this to myself
because you're as fake as the makeup that covers you up
as real as the shinny Hollywood props
you're as beautiful as the person you see in the mirror
every single morning
hallow as the mouth you speak out of
please, let me take you out. You're my morning trash
you're my favorite toy, the one you just somehow can't live without
take this to heart, sweetheart, because revenge is bittersweet
and my tongue has a taste for death and disease
forget games my tolerance is sold out
& you are my audience admiring my every move
enough with the drama, because I'm not the actor
you wear two faces and it fits you well
today you were unloved just like yesterday
your heart is frozen solid
and il be the one with a chisel
breaking it down
let me put you in a blender
and throw it inside your head
il paint you on my walls
all the blank spaces
ill fill you in