Hurting me,
Seems to be,
Your passion.
Misery,
Is certainly,
Your style.
I'm like a kid in a candy story,
I'm on my knees to lick the floor,
Can't stand to look at your face,
But I'm back for more.
The sharpest pain,
The ugly scar,
The deepest cut,
Is what you are.
The burning sting,
Is what you bring,
Still you remain,
The sharpest pain.
You're the star,
In your own,
Sad story.
I'm just a toy,
You can drag,
Around.
You're about as sick as you can be,
A twisted abnormality,
Don't want to be your first,
Fatality.
The sharpest pain,
The ugly scar,
The deepest cut,
Is what you are.
The burning sting,
Is what you bring,
Still you remain,
The sharpest pain.
Though you're never ever funny,
I just gotta laugh out loud,
Cause you leve me in stitches,
Until the last thread of decency,
Runs out.
The sharpest pain,
The ugly scar,
The deepest cut,
Is what you are.
The burning sting,
Is what you bring,
Still you remain,
The sharpest pain.
The sharpest pain,
The ugly scar,
The deepest cut,
Is what you are.
The burning sting,
Is what you bring,
Still you remain,
The sharpest pain.
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