Stab you with scissors
and let's hold hands.
Blew out my birthday candles-
wished that you were dead.
Slice you to ribbons
Lay next to.
Let's give each other lobotomies! Slit your throat and zip you up.
I won't f** up your pretty make-up.
Tell your friends try not to brag.
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton bodybag. Bodybag,Bodybag...Bodybag. (To be ourselves-
we have to destroy ourselves.) Pretend that I love you
for another year.
Starve myself
So I'll f**ing disappear.
Your red-dipped fingers
look like strawberries-
But theses gashes look like
self-injuries. Slit your throat and zip you up.
I won't f** up your pretty make-up.
Tell your friends try not to brag.
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton Bodybag. Depression. My new obsession. Home sweet home. Self-mutilation like a sick art show (x3) Slit your throat and zip you up.
I won't f** up your pretty make-up.
Tell your friends try not to brag. To be ourselves- We have to destroy ourselves.
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag. I love you too.