Friday

ema (formerly gowns) 'marked'

these drugs they are making me so sad




my arms, they are a see-through plastic
arms are a secret bloodless skinless mess
my arms, they are a see-through plastic
they are a bloodless plastic, skinless plastic
my arms, they are a see-through plastic
they are plastic

don't you know that i will never hurt you
you're such a pretty thing

i know i wish sometimes just so i could explain things, explain things
i wish that every time he touched me left a mark
i wish that every time he touched me left a mark
i wish that every time he touched me left a mark
i wish that every time he touched me left a mark

i fell down in the dark
won't you start again from way back
i almost threw up on the spot
when you showed up in that spot
i almost threw up on the spot
i want just to get out, get out

i wish i had another hope to get it out
these drugs they are making me so sad
i can't stop, wanna take him with me

this night is making me so sad
if there was a way to get it out, i wanna get it out
if there was a way to get it out, i wanna get it out

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