21days to the deadline gonna write myself up a new life a new excuse to cover
up the abuse that i've been inducing twist the blade the other way i really
need to feel for gods sake i'm ill and sick of taking all these brutal spills
just another ride around this you might get the worst about me now dont you go
mouthing bad about me i know that i don't show this heartbeat anymore you know
you were half to blame but i'm not the type to play your game after all we're
sick and we're our medicine yeah we're such a waste shape up cut up all the
ties that bend my sanity's on the line and no one's left to blame but me and
misery love company so please if it pulls you in even if it pulls us in can't
count on me so go cry to your mother so in this instant where to escape my
little mistress ya she's my only witness that saw me take this to my grave.