Pick up the pieces.
Listen until it sinks in, or at least until you go crazy again.
Anything to show you understand.
The more you have a fit, the more I back away.
Tie those loose ends up.
The ones that you seemed to have cut.
Why don't you f*cking go?
Why don't you show me how strong you are?
Hey, am I out of touch?
The things I do to keep your mouth shut.
I have watched mistakes they take the shape of flesh and blood, and even a name.
It's the truth that would tear your heart right out.
You know, I calle dlast night just to tell you I tied those loose ends up,
the ones that you seemed to have cut.
Every moment you bitch, know that this is your shit.
The pointed-finger play affects me less
not that I understand it doesn't have to be someone stringing someone else along.
I'll minimize all I want.
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Pick up the pieces.
Listen until it sinks in, or at least until you go crazy again.
Anything to show you understand.
The more you have a fit, the more I back away.
Tie those loose ends up.
The ones that you seemed to have cut.
Why don't you f*cking go?
Why don't you show me how strong you are?
Hey, am I out of touch?
The things I do to keep your mouth shut.
I have watched mistakes they take the shape of flesh and blood, and even a name.
It's the truth that would tear your heart right out.
You know, I calle dlast night just to tell you I tied those loose ends up,
the ones that you seemed to have cut.
Every moment you bitch, know that this is your shit.
The pointed-finger play affects me less
not that I understand it doesn't have to be someone stringing someone else along.
I'll minimize all I want.
Listen until it sinks in, or at least until you go crazy again.
Anything to show you understand.
The more you have a fit, the more I back away.
Tie those loose ends up.
The ones that you seemed to have cut.
Why don't you f*cking go?
Why don't you show me how strong you are?
Hey, am I out of touch?
The things I do to keep your mouth shut.
I have watched mistakes they take the shape of flesh and blood, and even a name.
It's the truth that would tear your heart right out.
You know, I calle dlast night just to tell you I tied those loose ends up,
the ones that you seemed to have cut.
Every moment you bitch, know that this is your shit.
The pointed-finger play affects me less
not that I understand it doesn't have to be someone stringing someone else along.
I'll minimize all I want.