I'm being pulled back into this cycle
prostituting my soul for less taste
you've come back with knives
to open my heart again
but I've got pure friends
who know you have no alibi
I can't believe I ever put myself in you
look at this slut
look at this
I feel so sick
when I think about his cock in you
i die again
my razorblade smiles in times of tragedy
and these words jump from the page to
spit revenge and projection
I'm being pulled back into this cycle
prostituting my soul for less taste
you've come back with knives
to open my heart again
but I've got pure friends
who know you have no alibi
you don't seem to understand
every whore has a first time
every single whore has a first fucking time
I stay awake at night and dread to think
what you're selling your body for tonight
i loved you
lies
lies
you don't seem to understand
every whore has a first time
every single whore has a first fucking time
i'll burn this letter
i'll burn your letters
i'll burn this letter
i'll burn your letters
i'll burn this letter
i'll burn your letters