CCC-P - Cynic lyrics

Come back to me, my sweet... I've gone to hell without you here And I've cut myself and grit my teeth If I'm insane, don't let me hear So procreate Your manifest is crumbling Down I go, without you You found someone else? Yes, I can't move on I'm not sure I know the truth (don't sell yourself for this) (you are mine) (i am obsessed) (with making you mine) HE ASKED TO BUY YOU WITH ME RIGHT THERE THERE ARE MANY USES FOR THESE HANDS I'M LOSING AIR HE ASKED TO BUY YOU WITH ME RIGHT THERE THERE ARE MANY USES FOR THESE HANDS I'M LOSING AIR HANG (don't see anybody else) BANG (i'm losing it without you)