Spill my teeth out on the floor
My insides, you can't assure to be intact while you're gone
A tub of ice but I'm still sore
At least you left a needle and some thread
I guess I'll have to stitch myself again
Take me back to when I could still be dead
Now I'm left to be something less than being
My insides, you can't assure to be intact while you're gone
A tub of ice but I'm still sore
At least you left a needle and some thread
I guess I'll have to stitch myself again
Take me back to when I could still be dead
Now I'm left to be something less than being
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