The Newlydeads - Prick

We're two of a kind
I love to hate you hate to love
We're two of a kind
I love to hate you hate to love
I get to feel like this
While you peel it back

I'm dead inside
I rest in pieces all the time
You get feel my spit
When my drool attacks
I get to feel your split
When I glue it back

Prick

I'll bleed the lover
You the one will suffer
As you discover
Maybe I'm just a prick
Are you seeking cover
My hate burns like rubber
As you discover
Maybe I'm just a prick

One eye for an eye
Every dog will have his day
One eye for an eye
Cause every bitch she gets her way
I get to feel like shit
While you sit and laugh
You get to feel it stick
When it bounces back

My depression dies
Just when I inflict you pain
My obsession cries
Out and only for you maim
You get to feel the sick
I got to feel in the past
You get to feel the prick
I get to sit and laugh