I wanna feel, in your skin And every days, the same old shit And I remember the time you walked in You're like a syringe, in my wrist So tell me now if you will die for me Give me something that I could believe And my mouth is burned from all this bleach And my skin is gone from this bleach I sit and stare, at this gun I've never been good, for anyone But I think of her lips, against her tongue Kinda like a drug, I'm so strung So tell me now if you will die for me Give me something that I could believe And my mouth is burned from all this bleach And my skin is gone from this bleach So tell me now if you will die for me Give me something that I could believe And my mouth is burned from all this bleach And my skin is gone from this bleach