I need a few while I stitch shut   the cut that you left when you tore me up.   I knew I'd bruise but I refuse   to let you know that it bled that much cause   I know you'd probably smile   if you knew that I was hurting.   This thing is such your style.   Lacerations are a form of flirting.         So you can play your games.   But this time we play for keeps.   I'm one foot short of six feet deep.      I need a few to recall why   the reason that I'd wanna call you mine.   Cause I've been used and I refuse   to let another chill run down my spine and   I know you'll probably cry   when you hear what I've been plotting.   Revenge was on my mind   from the time my blood was finished clotting.         So you can play your games.   But this time we play for keeps.   I'm one foot short of six feet deep.   And you won't get away   cause my pain it never sleeps.   I'm one foot short,   I'm one foot short,   I'm one foot short of six feet deep.      One, Two   I'm gonna come for you   Three, Four   You'd better lock your door   Five, Six   You've always made me sick   And now   and now your done for      x2      And now we'll see just what you'll do   when the tables turned on you.