I wanna feel, in your skin
And every days, the same old shit
And I remember the time you walked in
You're like a syringe, in my wrist

So tell me now if you will die for me
Give me something that I could believe
And my mouth is burned from all this bleach
And my skin is gone from this bleach

I sit and stare, at this gun
I've never been good, for anyone
But I think of her lips, against her tongue
Kinda like a drug, I'm so strung

So tell me now if you will die for me
Give me something that I could believe
And my mouth is burned from all this bleach
And my skin is gone from this bleach

So tell me now if you will die for me
Give me something that I could believe
And my mouth is burned from all this bleach
And my skin is gone from this bleach