Hey, doctor hey, doctor I have a nasty disorder Hey, doctor I constantly feel hungover my senses are numb My heart is stitches shut I can't wait untill this is over Cut myself with a knife Inject myself with your poison and make me high Blood and passion in my eyes Make it hurt Make it sting So then I can finally feel something Stab myself with a syringe so then I can become less unhinged Make me scream Make me high So then I can become alive
Respect!
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