They're about to have sex
In my brain
They fight all
My pain
Beat it make it worse
Oh god I curse
You need love
Above
I need hate
My fate
My face
Father
I need you
No bother
There's things I've done to his body
I could use somebody
And I stare at my face in self pity and cry
Why do I look. Why have I done this to you
I tried to kill your sister
I tried to end your best friend
And I'm spoken for
Rifle whore
And I admit I hate you
But it'll use your body
Man you could use somebody
