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Said you want a girl "young and erratic".
But ya doesn't like it when she's "dramatic".
Everything you've done to me
is burned inside my memory and...
"Shoulda known better! Had no excuses!"
Victim blaming, all my attempts were useless.
Everything you ever said
Has never left my fuckin head.
F**ked me, asked me not to tell.
You know that you're going straight to Hell
(in a hand basket, hope you wind up in a casket!)
Lock him in a prison cell!
Leave him with the guilt he's never felt.
(And let him rot forever, just like he did to me!)
Oh, I'd cut you in the throat!
I'd stab you in the back,
and watch your body float
down the river in a sack.
I'd break both your knee caps
with one nail studded bat.
And I would gladly laugh,
as your bones begin to crack.
YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
That'd I'd be back,
just like a ghost!
ALWAYS clingin' to your back.
I will not GO!
Till your head ROLLS
Into the grave.
Sympathy is what I lack.
P***phile! Predator! Where are you?
Hiding in the dark again?
Whatcha gonna do?
You don't care about the way that you hurt her.
I don't need therapy, I need murder!
I won't be okay, till my knife is in your eye.
Maybe cut your tongue out, so you can't tell more lies.
I'll be waiting in the dark, next to candle light!
You'll be waiting just to die,
I bet you're terrified!
You'd better become well acquainted
With soil and maggots.
Your death date's instated.
Cuz I'm comin' for you,
for the day that I've waited!
Want your head on my mantel,
Want your c**k silver plated.
And I'll hang it, decorate it,
Use it as a conversation starter!
I'm the bitch to bury you.
Hatred's what I fuckin' harbor.
I don't want your apology
MOTHER F****R!
I want you deep in the ground.
Oh, I'd cut you in the throat!
I'd stab you in the back,
and watch your body float
down the river in a sack.
I'd break both your knee caps
with one nail studded bat.
And I would gladly laugh,
as your bones begin to crack.
YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
That'd I'd be back,
just like a ghost!
ALWAYS clingin' to your back.
I will not GO!
Till your head ROLLS
Into the grave.
Sympathy is what I lack.
I'd gouge out both your eyes.
Brand my name on your thighs.
Leave a reminder, and let it continue.
Ignore your helpless cries.
Make you a feast for flies.
I don't feel guilt, and I will not begin to.
Oh, I'd cut you in the throat!
I'd stab you in the back,
and watch your body float
down the river in a sack.
I want your life to end
Just like you ended mine.
You think about it, none?
I think bout it all the time
OH
YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
That'd I'd be back,
just like a ghost!
ALWAYS CLINGING TO YOUR BACK!
I will not GO!
Till your head ROLLS
Into a grave.
Sympathy is what I lack.
You should have known that I'd be back!
Just like a ghost, always clingin' to your back.
I want your life to end...just like you ended mine.
You think about it, none?
I think 'bout it all the time.
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