R.I.P. Me Apart

R.I.P. Me Apart Rip me apart from the inside out, give me a new hole to bleed from, bring me to life when your done because your love for pain is an overdose for me and another slit wrist for the masses who want to be you, I met you in a hustlers hideout the house for lost souls and the people there are half past dead with the scars on their wrists that make blood fill the land and hearts drop to the floor like bullets through a glass house, so take the leap for one last dance and say good-bye to your next ex-boyfriend -By John Comstock