Your kiss is the same it's venom to the veins
It flows through to bloodstream and your brain
But I guess that's the kind of thing that you like
You can say what I say that's why I say
You're like a bitch almost every single day
Stuck inside your miserable life that's why you stay in sight
So you wanna play my friends like a bunch of chumps
Damn machine expressions say "I can't get enough"
So you lead them on and on and on till you have them in your grip
You say and I say "I can't handle it"
So you want it all to yourself
Like a bi-polar bear
You never change your expressions
Not sure if you're even there
You complain like there's on tomorrow
about the things you cannot do
There's men lined up outside your door
Saying they love you
Don't feel sorry for yourself your hearts not going stealth
It seems like your own personal hell
Well satan's got a room booked for you
So cry your tears if you have any
You can bring them down they'd be good and plenty
But he's still lost all hope inside you