| If my life was a piece of meat
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| You’d let the dog eat it
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| You find me all pathetic don’t you
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| So be it
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| I’m just sick and tired
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| Of livin' my lie
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| How can I show you that I care
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| Well, kill the mother
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| And the baby dies
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| That’s my answer right there
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| Too little is way too much
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| I didn’t want it
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| I didn’t choose it
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| Don’t want to live my life
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| Just win it or loose it
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| You insist
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| That all the things that I’ve done
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| It has to gather up for something
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| Well, a life that got me everything
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| Gave me nothing
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| Don’t want to bother you further
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| So I’ll leave the rest unspoken
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| The glass ain’t half full
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| Or half empty
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| Right now it’s f*cking broken
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| Too little is way too much
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| I didn’t want it. |
| I didn’t choose it
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| Don’t want to live my life
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| Just win it or loose it
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Caked on my torso
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| Guess I had to cut him again
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Caked on my torso
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| Guess I had to cut him again
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Red on my torso
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| Wet on my fingers like rain
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Caked on my torso
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| Sorry I cut him again
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Caked on my torso
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| This time it was more than a game
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Red on my torso
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| At least there won’t be
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| No further pain
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Caked on my torso
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| Finally free from shame
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| The blood of your boyfriend
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| Dead on my torso
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| Nothing left but darkening stains
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| No other f*cking solution |