(Your tone of voice is sickening, your smile so impure
And the way you hold me down makes me feel so insecure)
There's something in your method and your words that make me cringe so when
You fill that gla** with vodka and you load up that syringe, well then you
Cover up the bruises with the juices in that mix.
Expecting me to love you but you couldn't give a sh** so I'll
Take another hit, and then I'll slam that f**ing door, cuz the
Memories still haunt me when you choke upon the floor and you're such
A f**ing who*e, and though I act like I don't care, it's the
Wounds that make your body that aren't worth it to repair and I know
You say you're scared, but if that's why you cut your veins, then I'll
Leave you with the panic 'till you understand the pain. and your
Heart-beat's just reminder that your scars aren't heaven-sent, and
Regret is just a way for you to shade your silhouette, so you
Give up and repent, cuz you know I'll break your heart,
But so will every other guy that swears he loves your scars,
Or he holds you in his arms and compares your eyes to stars,
And swears to you that you're his muse when he's strumming his guitar.