You walked out after you wiped your feet
You spent so much time screaming you never heard me speak
You showed me your knife, I heard all all about your wounds
And I bled to death while you watched cartoons
You twisted the handle, you played with the blade
You offered me a drink; fuckin' lemonade
You got up to change the channel when I looked concerned
And I switched the drinks while your back was turned

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Well, how do you think I feel?
Well, how do you think I feel?
Well, how do you think I feel?
You poison my cup and then act hurt when I don't drink up

You walked out after you wiped your feet
How do you think I feel? How do you think I feel?
You poison my cup and then act hurt when I don't drink up




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