You say your gonna leave.
Well you can go right ahead.
You say that my mind will be guilty and I'll never stop thinking about you.
B***h, one of my best friends died 'cause I couldn't save her, you think YOU can make me feel guilty?
But I will say this.
Your great in bed.
So here's a pillow, it'll make you more comfortable when your on your back.
You say your hurting inside and that you need someone there for you.
But everytime I just want to hang out with you, guess what?
You just wanna fight.
And you know what else?
You might as well torture me when when we fu**.
Yeah I said it.
Because everytime we finish, I feel like you laid me down and lacerated my body.
So…
LAY ME DOWN,
and,
LACERATE ME, B***H!
'Cause that's all your ever good for.
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