| YOU TELL ME YOU NEED ME AND YOU PUT ME THROUGH ALL THIS SH*T YOU TELL ME YOU'LL TAKE CARE OF ME BUT IN REALITY IM YOUR TOURNIQUET YOU COME AND CRY ON MY SHOULDER LEAVING IT WET AND SOILED I TREAT YOU AS MY DEAREST FRIEND BUT YOU ARE SEVERLY SPOILED YOU BALL MY UP WHEN YOU ARE BETTER AND BACK TO YOUR NORMAL POSE YOUR USED AND SOILED BANDAGE YOU MOVE QUICKLY TO DISPOSE YOU ONLY NEED ME WHEN TIMES ARE ROUGH AND YOU WANT SOMEONE BY YOUR SIDE AND ON MY SHOULDER REMAINS A SCAR WHERE YOU ONCE HAD CRIED USED AND MOMENTARILY DESIRED F*CKED WHEN IM STILL CAPABLE OF USE ITS DEPRESSING TO BE A TOURNIQUET WHEN ALL YOU GET IS ABUSED YOU TREAT ME LIKE AN OBJECT WHEN I AM A DAMN HUMAN BEING TREAT ME AS IF IM F*CKING DISFIGURED AS IF I WASNT EVEN WORTH SEEING YET I AM THE DUMBA*S WHO LET YOU I DONT RUN I SIT AND LET YOU USE ME BECAUSE THATS MY BULLSH*T JOB AS A TOURNIQUET TO BE PLACED ON YOUR WOUNDS AND ALLOW YOU TO ABUSE ME |