'No title'

Razorblade chokers and bloodied screams
Everything in this life is what it seems
So here I am; a wretched whore
Take the shot, give me more
pain and lust, trust and pain
I'll never speak your name again

I die a little more each day
No matter what those people say
I don't need your pity But I'll take your hate
for every word said was a moment too late
Memories run like old time pictures
and you my dear are in every feature

You want me gone well here's the gun
A single bullet and I'm done
Bury the body where no one will look
And take back everything I ever took