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Tekster: Caecelia. I Forget What This Is Called.

Tell me how much you love me,
Is it about as much as your legs were spread for him that night.
Oh they were spread for him that night
I swear to god I don't want to hear your voice
Unless I rip it from you throat tonight.
I'll rip it from your throat tonight.

This is where we both go wrong
This is where you start to cry,
And this is where I cut your throat.
And this is where you..
This is where we both go wrong
This is where you start to cry.
This is where I cut your throat yea
And this is where you

Well I don't want to feel your pain anymore
Now don't you make me cry
don't you make me
Well I don't want to feel your pain anymore.
Don't you make me cry

Don't you don't you, ever make me cry

She said,

Baby don't you speak
By the time I'm done
..You'll be eating out my hand
(She Said)
Out of my hand
I'm the very thing you fear the most.
I'm the monster
I'm the ghost
You're the boy I eat alive.

This is where we both go wrong
This is where you start to cry.
This is where I cut your throat
And this is where you.
This is where we both go wrong
This is where you start to cry
This is where I cut your throat yea
And this is where you

Well I don't want to feel your pain anymore
Don't you make me cry
don't make me
Well I don't want to feel your pain anymore
Don't you make me cry

(Thanks to Kaitlin for these lyrics)