Take me for example
More than you can handle
Mix me with placenta strong against my grandma
Wasted masturbation bedrooms decorated
With my s**ms depression great imagination
I'm sane my imagination mix me with her
Is this all your weak a** has for me
Stop your crying, stop your whining
You little b**h
Stop your crying, stop your whining
You little
My disease apologies I need more
Than just drink some warm milk honey
Slit my wrists
Close to hating razors
Shell out pain to strangers
A place to lay my head
Kitchen floor he said
I'm sane my imagination mix me with her
Is this all your weak a** has for me
Stop your crying, stop your whining
You little b**h
Stop your crying, stop your whining
You little
Two times I hurt myself
You don抰 know what pain is till you sit on your pretty little cloud
Your porcelain god
I look through the mirror, my wrists bleed
Stop your crying
Stop your whining
Stop your crying
Just stop you little