sticks and stones may break my bones but you will always hurt me
Verse 1
4-inch blade, 5-inch blade
6-inch blade, think I’m-ma, com-mit
Think I need my wrist slit
I’m stuck, looking at my past shit
666, no I can't outlast it
You're in my skin without an exit
And I'm screaming at a god I don’t mess with
Verse 2
I'm scared, you just cut my hair
I'm scared, and I need you all alone
Sticks and stones they could break my bones
But I need you all alone to do what I condone
Yeah, I bought you coke, you were making jokes
In the hotel room but we're sinking in a boat
Verse 3
I choked, myself
You took the books off my shelf
You carved your name in my skin
You peeled my eyes and spit
I’m sick, of lookin' in the mirror and my eyes get red—wish I would disappear
So I swallow red tears and bleed 'til it clеars
There's no blood in my veins, I'm not еven here
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