Same shit you gave me Saturday
I tried to save it but you took that all away
Come at me harder but with nothing good to say
We’d be better to just throw this all away
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
Seems like all you do now is flip your lid
Pitching fits just like a fucking little kid
Kinda wonder how you kept it so well hid
Can’t stand you now and I don’t think I ever did
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope (I wanna watch you burn)
My feet are casted into stone (I wanna watch you burn)
Your words are tearing at my throat (I wanna watch you burn)
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