I love it so much it just turns to hate....

I can't see my hand
It just makes me stare
at your wrists, the hate
with a knife you're trying to blame

Cover with a red sheet
It's spreading through me
Just feels good and sharp
to kill, i should do you harm

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No puedo ver mi mano

Me hace fijar mi mirada

en tus muñecas, el odio

que con un cuchillo tratas de culpar

Cubierta con una sabana roja

Se expande a traves de mi

SE siente bien y afilado

matar, se que deberia lastimarte