Lyrics

There, is a taste on your tongue Of blood, on the ceiling a mirror I ripped out, all the things you have done, (have done) From your throat with a razor Hold you down and take this blade to your mouth Operate on your beautiful self Baby I don't understand why you cry I just gave you a permanent smile You said I needed some guts so I opened you up How? Tell me how will I grieve for myself? How else am I going to deal with myself? Oh god you're such a cynical thing Making me so I'm clinically unwell I'll take the flight right out of your wings And drag you to hell Unless you... smile Unless you... smile You look so fragile on the table Never knew that your eyes were so blue When you struggle like you're able To escape I find it really cute So precious are you in a harness So take this as a warning That I'm just getting started So try to hide I dare you How, tell me how will I grieve for myself? How else am I going to deal with myself? Oh god you're such a cynical thing Making me so I'm clinically unwell I'll take the flight right out of your wings And drag you to hell Unless you... smile You can't expect me to let you go You've seen too much I'm turning off the lights now Don't dream too much
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