If words could describe this thing
the way i feel when you pull this
the feeling i get when you even speak
I'd scrawl the meanest note
if words could kill, you be dead
a thousand times over, over, over
Ive reached a boiling point
and far past overcooked
i really couldn't care enough
i wish i wish i wish
i could scream without making a sound
i wish i were as invisible and soundless
as you can make me feel
my angry words rush rush
haste makes waste and here we go
I'd like to hurt you in every way possible
twist and break you
bruise and wreck you
i might've liked for you to stay
if you'd drop the over sized,stuffed,used overcoat
hanging on your shoulders dead
wear it proud, you do, i choke
