Self-Injury Songs - No Hollywood Ending
one cut for every kiss
one slice to my skin for every time i wrote the words i love you
for your deceiving eyes
one more little slit just cause you're not around
to stop me from doing this to myself
these drops of blood run down my arms and into my palm
those lovely tears roll down your cheeks when you realize
what it is that you have done
i'm dying
to know what happened
between you and him
i'm dying
i'm dying(i'm dying to know what happened between you and him)
i'm dying
i'm dying
one cut for every kiss
one slice to my skin for every time i wrote the words i love you
for your deceiving eyes
one more little slit just cause you're not around
to stop me from doing this to myself
these drops of blood run down my arms and into my palm
those lovely tears roll down your cheeks when you realize
what it is that you have done
i'm dying
to know what happened
between you and him
i'm dying
i'm dying(i'm dying to know what happened between you and him)
i'm dying
i'm dying
-4. He Died Of...
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Too much thinking can ruin you.
Too much thinking can ruin you.
Too much thinking can ruin you.
Too much thinking can ruin you. That's the style. Chaos is in.
Imagining your death is almost a sentimental feeling.
Giving a massage with a knife blade.
Writing a love song with a loaded gun.
Breaking concrete with your face...
Breaking concrete with your face is what dreaming disaster is like.
That's... The... Style...
That's... The... Style...
That's the style. Chaos is in.
That's the style. Chaos is in.
(1, 2, 3, die!)
This is what dreaming disaster is like.
This is what dreaming disaster is like.
This is what dreaming disaster is like.
This is what dreaming disaster is like.
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting star.
We'll watch the sky, until your ghost flies hi....
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting star.
We'll watch the sky, we'll watch the sky...
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
(what dreaming disaster is like)
and crashes into a shooting star.
(what dreaming disaster is like)
We'll watch the sky, we'll watch the sky
(what dreaming disaster is like)
...feels so necessary, feels so necessary
...feels so necessary, feels so necessary
Blood is not enough for you to redeem yourself.
Blood is not enough...
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
and crashes into the sky, and crashes into a shooting star...
-5. Blood Isn't Enough
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