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
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