Stab my back or stake my heart.
It's cool. I heard that chicks dig scars.
They never ever fade.
And one more cut, or maybe two
and I'll be prettier than you.
I'll join your masquerade.
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I was holding up, but I'm dying now.
And I keep it to myself,
But somehow, somehow.
I'll be coming through that door.
Just remember to stay low,
and there will be no more.
And yeah I thought it was so nice
that you would crush me once or twice
to prove that I can feel.
It might be pain. It might be love.
It might be both of the above,
so tell me which you feel.
I was holding up, but I'm dying now.
And I keep it to myself,
But somehow, somehow.
I'll be coming through that door.
Just remember to stay low,
and there will be no more.
So his looks and reputation's
better off than mine.
All this time I'm planning killing him,
I'm only killing time.
So stab my back or stake my heart.
It's cool. I heard that chicks dig scars.
They never ever fade.
They never fade, no.
I was holding up, but I'm dying now.
And I keep it to myself,
But somehow, somehow.
I'll be coming through that door.
Just remember to stay low,
and there will be no more.