You know it would be true
if you had the chance to
kill me slowly just to watch me die
you would stick a dagger right through my soul
and spit right there at my feet
just to watch the embarrassment
run down my face
and to see all the anguish come to the surface
you know you would feel much better
if you could rid me of all my perfections
and the pain would be harder for me than you
but the worst part is
you know it would be true
that id do all that on my own; just for you
how does it feel to know id bleed for you
