I cut my hair, I cut my skin, we all cut something in the end
think you need the structure, i'll prove you wrong and
it's no fucking poetry, it's a sad fucking songSo who gives a shit, we all die in the end
the only thing that matters, the only one is
maybe you, maybe me, i tell you what
why don't we fucking seeSo you think I don't feel a thing, I am as damaged as everything you bring
you tear it out and I don't know how to sing, but I know how to shout and destroy
everything. I know how to shout and destroy everythingI cut my hair, I cut my skin, we all cut something in the end
think you need the structure, i'll prove you wrong and
it's no fucking poetry, it's a sad fucking songSo you think I don't feel a thing, I am as damaged as everything you bring
you tear it out and I don't know how to sing, but I know how to shout and destroy
everything. I know how to shout and destroy everythingHeroin child, Heroin child, blame the mother, she's the kind but
I don't mind, that she's barely alive, do I, do IHeroin child, Heroin child, I don't mind that she's barely alive do I, do I