Theres nothing left  But to pave red rows in skin  Rows sewed with a blade  From your aspirin    Theres nothing left  But to pave red rows in skin    When ever I see you  Brings back all the things we used to do  Used to do, when I see you    We could have been   So much  So much more than this  We shoulda been  Coulda been   So much more    I still hate you  Still hate you  Still hate you    This is my way out  This is my goodbye  Just tell me its okay to leave this note  And die    I wanna see  I wanna know  Your hands around my throat    I wanna see  I wanna know  Your hands around my throat    This is my way out  This is my goodbye  Just tell me its okay to leave this note  And die