You Only See a Mask When I'M Not Wearing One
cut me up, kill me, i love torture and fear
it's the s*x that you've scored
but you're not good at the core
all these boys finally dating senior year
'cause they're desperate as f*ck not to be virgins anymore
i'll never say what i wanna say
so i'll mess with your head, 'cause you mess with mine
i feel your breath, but you can't feel mine
all you see is the wall with the pretty wallpaper
in the scene of the crime
you wonder who did it...
How twisted!
...and why the pipes are filled with slime
all you see is the gift with the pretty wrapping paper
in the field of the mines
you wonder what's in it...
How bizarre!
...and why you hear a “tick tick” inside
all you see
is the maroon sparkle
in the glass of wine
you wonder why, nearby
there's a tub of blood...
Something's got me!
...and a floating spine
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