My legs are shaking from the way youre talking
My heart is breaking but there's no use crying
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had common sence I'd cut myself
Or curl up and die

Sticks and stones could break my bones
But anything you say will only fuel my lungs

Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't want to be loved
You polute the room with your filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.