Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
And I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
And I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasites bent on devouring it's host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
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