Shut your fucking mouth. You don't know a single thing about me. So I heard what you said when he walked away. Don't you think I can add up the numbers. It's a sour taste. A knowledge I wish would never have gained. So you think you could match me? Well these are the things I see. A perfect body. A twisted mind. Starvation and loathing. We fuck 'til it bleeds. Stratch claw and scream. 'Til it feels like I'm almost alive... / These are the words to justify / All against all I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat. Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs. A thousand polite tiny lies and I memorized every single one of them. Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste - well I'm sorry to say: You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away. Repeat chorus Broken promises Like ashes through my fingers It eats away my senses and my soul I wither - perhaps I said too much? I just want somebody I can trust Repeat chorus
Written by: ANDERS MARTIN BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK BJOERLER, PATRIK JENSEN, PER MOELLER JENSEN, PETER WILHARD INGVAR DOLVING
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