You want me crying
You want me in sorrow
You want me dying
You want me to kill myself
Twist my neck
And rip my flesh
Burning off all the rest
Ripping off your fingernails
Tearing out your hair
Pulling out your intestines
And squeezing out your blood
Stomping on your broken bones
Popping every little vein
This is what you get
For making me insane
Making me cry
Making me want to die
This is what you get
This is what you get
When I cry
When I want to die
When I want to end my life because of sorrow
This is what you get
People screaming 'Bloody Murder' on the streets
Filling your ears with regret
Of treating me so badly
Now it's your turn
Now it's your turn
It's your time
Don't deny your time
To die
It's your turn
Now
