Such a lovely skin you have, it's ripe for harvest every night.

Pour your heart in my glass, turn your face, split your mask.

Mabe I'll think less of you but first I'll have a taste.

Quite a silly grin, it's true you never hesitate.

Coming out the other end with bruises on my neck,

I could wear a scarf but why would you wanna pretend?

Nasty lies and big mistakes is what these scars portray.

if you hate it so much, why'd you keep hitting replay?