who would know burns so sweet stings like salt reach so deep head tipped back twisted little girl who would know fingers curled tight red stains faded nails deeply embedded tooth shredded tongue broken little girl who would know who would know do you know
Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head
I hate that I'm even considering it. I hate that I want this. I hate that I love this. I should really have just killed George.