I stand corrected
guess it just wasn't meant to be
I know i am maladjusted crush
what's inside of me
I know of no remedy
I know not how to cease this
feeling of hate in me
I just want to see you bleed
I know what i want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what i want
I just want to see you dead
I don't want your explanation
I really couldn't care less
I've got my own reminder
this scar across my breast
you are a faker anyway
ever up for a quck
release infect everyone around you
cover up your own disease


by Mrs. Molko