Livingroom Cardiology Testo

Realese my wrist let it fall to the floor, the sent you spray to cover me up, kick my corpse underneath your bed your carpets white my blood is red but somehow he will never know. My pictures fell down to me his all went up around your room but no pictures can cover the scratches and the smears left from me, your kiss tastes of rust but some how he will never know. filet my chest and let the blood flow down your arm, cut me once for every time you didn't care. with one hand on his and the others on the knife. he will never know