You're still my bad habit, &I'm still an addict ~

Everybody hates me now,

so fuck it

Blood's on my face and my hands, and I don't know why

I'm not afraid to cry

But that's none of your business.

Whose life is it?
Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?

Spin it around so I can spit in it's face.

I wanna leave without a trace

'Cause I don't wanna die in this place ~