Theres nothing left
But to pave red rows in skin
Rows sewed with a blade
From your aspirin

Theres nothing left
But to pave red rows in skin

When ever I see you
Brings back all the things we used to do
Used to do, when I see you

We could have been
So much
So much more than this
We shoulda been
Coulda been
So much more

I still hate you
Still hate you
Still hate you

This is my way out
This is my goodbye
Just tell me its okay to leave this note
And die

I wanna see
I wanna know
Your hands around my throat

I wanna see
I wanna know
Your hands around my throat

This is my way out
This is my goodbye
Just tell me its okay to leave this note
And die