Hair Pin – Her Pain
You wake up one day and fuck, it’s noon
People are dead and you can’t find a way out
Hand’s cuffed, bloody wrists like limp bits of flesh
Hey, hey, tried to hang yourself with your scarf
Break it, break it, break this fucking life and go on
Break it, break it, break this fucking life and hurt me
Cause you never gave a flying shit about what we do
Never gave a fuck about the feelings I had for you
I don’t need your fucking sympathy, didn’t ever need it
Cause in this life you faked your death a thousand times,
But what about your living side? Never thought about it once
Fuck, it’s noon, get the hell out of here and take your clothes
People are dead and you didn’t give a fuck
Hand’s cuffed, bloody wrists and you kept on sucking
Shit, shit, I feel it coming, I feel it coming up, it’s coming
Break it, break it, break your hymen, let me make you bleed
Break it, break it, break my fucking skin and suck on my wounds
Cause you never gave a flying shit about what we do
Never gave a fuck if those things I did were ment honestly
I don’t need your fucking love, go choke on your own cum
Cause in this life you faked your climax a thousand times,
Whenever we lay in bed and I held you close
Break it, break it, break your fucking promise and make me suffer
It’s the only feeling that gives me pleasure now, my life’s fucked up
Break it, break it, break your fucking promise and make me suffer
Let me push hairpins into your eye
Let me push my fingers into your eyes
Never gave a shit
Never gave a shit
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- May 18, 2010 / 2:32 pm
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