21 days to the deadline
Gonna write myself up a new life
A new excuse to cover up the abuse that I've been inducing

Twist the blade the other way
I really need to feel
For God's sake I'm ill
And sick of taking all these brutal spills
Just another ride around this
You might get the worst about me
Now don't you go mouthing bad about me

I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore
You know you were half to blame
But I'm not the type to play your game
After all we're sick and we're our medicine
Yeah we're such a waste

Shape up cut up all the ties that bend
My sanity's on the line and no one's left to blame but me
And misery love company so please if it pulls you in
Even if it pulls us in
Can't count on me
So go cry to your mother

I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore
You know you were half to blame
But I'm not the type to play your game
After all we're sick and we're our medicine
Yeah we're such a waste

So in this instant
Where to escape my little mistress
Ya she's my only witness that saw me take this to my grave

I know that I don't show this heartbeat anymore
You know you were half to blame
But I'm not the type to play your game
After all we're sick and we're our medicine
Yeah we're such a waste


Lyrics submitted by n1ghtraid3r

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