Broken Testo

[Dean, Doom, Cargo]
If my life was a piece of meat
You'd let the dog eat it
You find me all pathetic don't you
So be it
I'm just sick and tired
Of livin' my lie
How can I show you that I care.
Well, kill the mother
And the baby dies.
That's my answer right there
Too little is way too much
I didn't want it
I didn't choose it.
Don't want to live my life
Just win it or loose it
You insist
That all the things that I've done
It has to gather up for something
Well, a life that got me everything
Gave me nothing
Don't want to bother you further
So I'll leave the rest unspoken
The glass ain't half full
Or half empty
Right now it's fucking broken
Too little is way too much
I didn't want it. I didn't choose it.
Don't want to live my life
Just win it or loose it
The blood of your boyfriend
Caked on my torso
Guess I had to cut him again
The blood of your boyfriend
Caked on my torso
Guess I had to cut him again
The blood of your boyfriend
Red on my torso
Wet on my fingers like rain
The blood of your boyfriend
Caked on my torso
Sorry I cut him again
The blood of your boyfriend
Caked on my torso
This time it was more than a game
The blood of your boyfriend
Red on my torso
At least there won't be
No further pain
The blood of your boyfriend
Caked on my torso
Finally free from shame
The blood of your boyfriend
Dead on my torso
Nothing left but darkening stains
No other fucking solution