s**** Lyrics

take me for example
more than you can handle
mix me with placenta strong against my grandma
wasted masturbation bedrooms decorated
with my s****s depression great imagination
I'm sane my imagination mix me with her
is this all your weak a** has for me
stop your crying, stop your whining
you little b****
stop your crying, stop your whining
you little
my disease apologies I need more
than just drink some warm milk honey
slit my wrists
close to hating razors
shell out pain to strangers
a place to lay my head
kitchen floor he said
I'm sane my imagination mix me with her
is this all your weak a** has for me
stop your crying, stop your whining
you little b****
stop your crying, stop your whining
you little
two times I hurt myself
you don? know what pain is till you sit on your pretty little cloud
your porcelain god
I look through the mirror, my wrists bleed
stop your crying
stop your whining
stop your crying
just stop you little