I am not
To say the fucking least
The blood that's on my hands
It's too hard to understand
If I we're you I'd turn and walk away
My PLAN!
Yeah you're ill
Yeah you're ill
Yeah you're ill
Yeah you're ill
I was born,
To tell you I hate you!
Now I know I'm nothing without you
And I swore this will be the end
My sweet revenge
My sweet revenge
Yeah you're ill
Yeah you're ill
You were born
to eat me alive
You we're born
To fuck me up and leave me to die
I don't know where to go anymore
I was born on this floor
I can't take it no more
(I was born, to tell you I hate you!)
I am not
to say the fucking least
When will this be over
tell me
tell me
(tell me when this hell will end)
Dreams are nightmares
everything
everything
That I am afraid of
Dreams are made of everything I am
This is mine when I think about you
Passed out on the floor with no one around to
tell me tell me
Is this everything you're asking for
And by everything you wanted more
Yeah, yeah
Yeah you're ill
Yeah you're ill
(I was born, to tell you I hate you!)
Dreams are nightmares
Everything
Everything
that I am afraid of
Dreams are made of everything I am
Dreams are made of everything I am
I am not
To say the fucking least

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