bleeed outtta controlll

I could tear myself apart. I could show you everything.
But I'd rather keep it to myself, where it means so much more.
Nothing needs to be said.
Nothing needs to be done.
Luckily, we can lie awake at night,
and feel this pain drain through our fingertips.
It's almost too easy to say goodbye.
And good riddance.
I thought you'd never leave..

Take me to a place where..
pain is pleasure
and pleasure is pain.

It's the simplicity of your mind that led me astray. To wake up in your arms was like every boring day. Too long of a day to say just one thing. But I can't let myself tell you more than what you paid for.
I won't pour out the contents of my heart across this cold, cement floor. I won't feel your hands slowly creep up the small of my back. I won't press myself against you and feel you breathe.

I simply just want to watch you choke.
To watch you burn.
To see you trip.
Trip all over it. All over your words,
all over your lies.
mangled and sore.
Abused and trapped.
Used and thrown away carelessly.


I was used and thrown away carelessly.

How does it feel to be the one left behind?