Theres a million ways to say this
It hurts believe it true
Nothing compares to the withdrawal
Of bidding you all adieu
But if i could ask one last request to all those who wish to see me slew
I dont seem to have much strength left, could you loan a hand or two
Bathe me in your cyanide
Fill me full of lead
Drown me in your pills
Tie a noose around my head
Beat me till im black and blue
My body bloodied red
You can do as you like
Just love me till im dead
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Theres a million ways to say this
It hurts believe it true
Nothing compares to the withdrawal
Of bidding you all adieu
But if i could ask one last request to all those who wish to see me slew
I dont seem to have much strength left, could you loan a hand or two
Bathe me in your cyanide
Fill me full of lead
Drown me in your pills
Tie a noose around my head
Beat me till im black and blue
My body bloodied red
You can do as you like
Just love me till im dead
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