I keep talking to myself, but the words. Sound like some one else. I'm ready to bleed all this shit. From my veins. I'm willing to plead for a cure. To the pain.
You think, I don't know. I swear that I do. This time on my hands. I've had all this time. . And I got a kick out of you. Now I'm falling down. And I'm feeling sick, how 'bout you?.
You're outta line. You're always fucking with my mind. You always waste my fucking time. But now that shit's done. . You take your time. You always tell me to hurry up.