The scars on my arms remind me
Of how I got this way
I can taste the stain of your sickness
On my lips

Of all the stupid things in my life
I fell for this, I fell for this

I'll ask you like you never knew, lie to me
What the fuck!

Just lie to me: We're gonna

That was her first time That was her last time Cut at your face Blood in the sink You'll hate your-self Till the day you die Till the day you die Blood on your hands Blood on you