get away from this place. I need to get away from this place. I know that I am better than this. I know that I am better than this
get away from this place. I need to get away from this place. I know that I am better than this. I know that I am better than this (Thanks to Andrew
remember how it feels when I am with you The glass can't hide My wounds will find the salt around the rim And the sting won't help this bleeding heart
, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isn't gob this is a blister in the salt Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost Shit dissin
get rid of the next bully It's actually better 'cause instead of you murderin' You can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt at 'em It's like pourin' salt in the wounds
Princess cards she sends me with her regards Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like
in the court) I will make you pay for this you murderers (Order in the court, order in the court) (I said order in the court now) Now, before this court
remember how it feels when I am with you The glass can't hide, my wounds will find the salt around the rim This sting won't help this bleeding heart
Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya Now your face getting scraped by asphalt Off a somersault, flesh wound Bring in a bag of salt
Well, I've been bleeding well from this old wound Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new And sometimes eyes turn black and sometimes scars are
I raise my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions
this place. I need to get away from this place. I know that I am better than this. I know that I am better than this. 3. The Conformist You fucking
next bully, it's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em, it's like pourin' salt in the wounds
'd this teardrop start a fire? must've thought about you i better not do this better not do that my rivers gush green oh how did this happen? better
I?ve been bleeding well From this old wound Cleaning it with salt, So it will still feel new Sometimes eyes turn black, And sometimes scars are tracks
