(Outta Da Benz Bitch)
Cut up broken down
Dried up, tied dead to the world
I'm falling
Talk sick venomous heart-shaped sick of this curse
They rotten
Each step is just a lie closer to you
Each breathe I taste in your fumes
I wish I knew what I got into
I wish that it just wasn't with you
Each step brings me closer to false gods
Each misstep and were falling like the rest of them
I wish but I could not resist
I wish but the blood dripped from my wrist
I hate to say I've loved you
You hate the part you played too
I think I'm over with you
Left for dead but I'll be going to Mu
This is my lowest point of
This is our lowest point of
Cut up broken down
Dried up, tried dead to the world
I'm falling
Talk sick venomous heart-shaped sick of this curse
They rotten
So It's easier then me tryna remember
Her clone then asking them to play her
I wish but each days just a sin
I pray that you'll help me outta this
This a xanax gothic blackout
We're all Grungy deadstar burnouts
Kill myself I'm left in the greenhouse
Write those lines and no they won't find out
This is my lowest point of
This is our lowest point of