| You slash me and stab me
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| A smile on your face
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| You rip out my heart
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| Just to watch how it breaks
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| You choose me to use me
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| And take out your pain
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| Your mistakes put me in my grave
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| How am I supposed to feel when no one’s keepin' track of me?
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| Stitches where my wounds will heal
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| A scar that has your memory
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| I keep the eyes in the back of my head open 24/7, remembering
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| Darker days, the Devil’s real
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| I’ve been to Hell and back again
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| Help
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| There’s a monster under my bed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
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| And I think that he might want me dead
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| He said, if I let him go I’ll regret
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| All of the damage he’s done to my head
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| Help
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| There’s a monster under my bed
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| And I think that he might want me dead
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| He said, if I let him go I’ll regret
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| All of the damage he’s done to my head
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| My bones won’t stop breaking
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| You’re throwing me stones
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| My teardrops are bloody
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| I’m here all alone
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| Your words are a sickness
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| They’re stuck to my soul
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| On my own, with your lonely soul
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| How am I supposed to feel when no one’s keepin' track of me?
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| Stitches where my wounds will heal
|
| A scar that has your memory
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| I keep the eyes in the back of my head open 24/7
|
| Remembering, darker days, the Devil’s real
|
| I’ve been to Hell and back again
|
| Help
|
| There’s a monster under my bed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
|
| And I think that he might want me dead
|
| He said, if I let him go I’ll regret
|
| All of the damage he’s done to my head
|
| Help
|
| There’s a monster under my bed
|
| And I think that he might want me dead
|
| He said, if I let him go I’ll regret
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| All of the damage he’s done to my head |