I need a few while I stitch shut
the cut that you left when you tore me up.
I knew I'd bruise but I refuse

to let you know that it bled that much cause
I know you'd probably smile
if you knew that I was hurting.
This thing is such your style.
Lacerations are a form of flirting.


So you can play your games.
But this time we play for keeps.
I'm one foot short of six feet deep.

I need a few to recall why
the reason that I'd wanna call you mine.
Cause I've been used and I refuse
to let another chill run down my spine and
I know you'll probably cry
when you hear what I've been plotting.
Revenge was on my mind
from the time my blood was finished clotting.


So you can play your games.
But this time we play for keeps.
I'm one foot short of six feet deep.
And you won't get away
cause my pain it never sleeps.
I'm one foot short,
I'm one foot short,
I'm one foot short of six feet deep.

One, Two
I'm gonna come for you
Three, Four
You'd better lock your door
Five, Six
You've always made me sick
And now
and now your done for

x2

And now we'll see just what you'll do
when the tables turned on you.

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