Whatcha thinking 'bout boy? Are you picturing my insides outside of me? Did you think that I would need more? Did you forget my own knife could cut me?
I'm getting used to it, pain is temporary There won't ever be room for happy memories I'm getting used to it, despair is so contagious You can take everything, I don't need it anyway
Hey! It isn't fair And it will never be Hey! Dust in the air Is all that we'll ever be Ever be
I can't pretend anymore I can't pretend anymore If no one cares, it's not a tragedy I can't think of this anymore Sympathy's earned, sympathy hurts
I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me I'm as pure, I'm as pure as gasoline I don't need you, I don't need you Cut myself to prove, I don't need you anyway
Hey! It isn't fair And it will never be Hey! Dust in the air Hey! Hey! Hey! It isn't fair And it will never be Hey! Dust in the air Is all that we'll ever beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
