Theres nothing left But to pave red rows in skin Rows sewed with a blade From your aspirin Theres nothing left But to pave red rows in skin When ever I see you Brings back all the things we used to do Used to do, when I see you We could have been So much So much more than this We shoulda been Coulda been So much more I still hate you Still hate you Still hate you This is my way out This is my goodbye Just tell me its okay to leave this note And die I wanna see I wanna know Your hands around my throat I wanna see I wanna know Your hands around my throat This is my way out This is my goodbye Just tell me its okay to leave this note And die