I tear myself open
And sew myself shut
There’s already torn places
So what more could be ripped up?
I tear my heart out
And play violin with it
And the strings slice it open
As it dances a screeching sound
I tear myself open
And sew myself shut
There’s already torn places
So what more could be ripped up?
I tear my heart out
And play violin with it
And the strings slice it open
As it dances a screeching sound
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