I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns, I'd rather
hurt someone than hurt myself, I'll dispose of you like a lighter
out of fuel I'll lose you somewhere on the shelf...
Half smoked cigarettes and you're the trash that infests my sheets
can't make a wife out of a whore, don't want your skin on me And
you're, you're addicted to the drug of lust A de-tox in the cold
sweat of shame and i love your pain...
TWIZTID until the day I die.
Thanks cassapoo for coding.