Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick in the head
Spilling my guts
My heart
In sharp things and caffeine
Fire and scalding ice on my skin
Acoustic slow and romantic
Horror and gore in my eyes
Music and sweetness in yours
Hurt me please
I can't do it myself
The guilt is like vomit in my veins
Please
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