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Had I known then what I know now

i never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.

Had I thought now what I knew then..

i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.

I might still be human

i need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.

with all the little stupid fix-ins

need to find someone to confide in, and with

As I fix sins and vixens vick souls

the rest i need to start restin'.

Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles

needless to say, i couldn't hide.

Nail me to the cross dress

fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

The holy cloth costs less

I'd toss less

had i known then what i know now.

if I still had your soft breasts to rest my head on

had i thought now what i knew then...

Since you've been gone

i might still be human

I recalled my issues with problems and hate

with all the little stupid fix-ins.

but I can't exactly remember the model or make

as i fix sins and vixens vick souls,

Now glass bottles break in my death grip

stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles.

I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip

nail me to the cross dress.

My bed is stripped of its blankets,

the holy cloth costs less.

comforters, pillows and sheets,

i'd toss less

but I might have to peel off all my skin to

if i still had your soft breasts to rest my head on.

remove your scent in order to sleep

since you've been gone,

i recalled my issues with problems and hate

I had my highs and lows

but i can't exactly remember the model or make.

When on top, I let you peek out over my nose

now glass bottles break in my death grip.

Sitting on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,

i'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip.

you might still be here

my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,

My skin is filthy..

but i might have to peel off all my skin to

from my lows when you weren't there. But

remove your scent in order to sleep.

to keep from feeling guilty

I collected the dirt...Kept it piling up

i had my highs and lows.

Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears inside of a cup

when on top, i let you peek out over my nose.

and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole

sitting on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone,

Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul

you might still be here.

my skin is filthy...

My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping

from my lows when you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty,

I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore

i collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.

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now mr. feel nothing saves his tears inside of a cup

and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole.

I'm sitting in a strangers tub..

jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul.

with all my clothes

on...shivering...considering the dangers

my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping.

of love.

i'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore

lyrics my personal monsters sing.

They get half of what I have to give...IF THAT

It's all about the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

i'm sitting in a stranger's tub...

with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

Predictable. Easy to manipulate

They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting

they get half of what i have to give...if that.

for their strings to break.

it's all about the packaging. they're distracted by the gift rap.

The pillars that once held up my halfway

predictable. easy to manipulate.

house have been taken out.

they're foreshadow puppets and i'm waiting for their strings to break.

I'm in my last days now. There's a change coming soon.

I just want to crawl back into my mother's womb

the pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.

I need a comfort zone,

i'm in my last days now.

But obviously I need to find another home

there's a change coming soon.

To call my own...and always return to

i just want to crawl back into my mother's womb.

and I want it to be you

i need a comfort zone,

but obviously i need to find another home

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep,

to call my own...and always return to

creating memories to remember and then I forget to eat.

and i want it to be you (i want it to be you).

Went to the street you used to live on, staring at

i sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep,

creating memories to remember and then i forget to eat.

went to the street you used to live on, staring at

the bedroom window of your old home

with puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

with puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while I settle for less

I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning settlements

Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk

Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold,

when you made me walk through rain and

mud puddles down a dirt road.

it left me so messy

forget me..

not

I've got more mud to sling...

Shot.

i'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while i settle for less.

i'm unsettled at best. sulking while abandoning settlements.

insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk.

practicing mind games. rehearsing with playful thought.

it's the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold,

when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road.

it left me so messy,

forget me...not.

i've got more mud to sling...

shot.

"through the heart, and your to blame,

you give love a bad name."

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