i stand corrected
guess it just wasn't meant to be
i know i am maladjusted crush
what's inside of me
i know of no remedy
i know not how to cease this
feeling of hate in me
i just want to see you bleed
i know what i want
i want to stop seeing red
i know what i want
i just want to see you dead
i don't want your explanation
i really couldn't care less
i've got my own reminder
this scar across my breast
you are a faker anyway
ever up for a quck
release infect everyone around you
cover up your own disease