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Mental Stuff It's an instinct
To rip at your skin
With my nails.
It's an instinct
To peck out your eyes
With knives.
It's an instinct
To try to kill you off
Even though you are my love.
It's an instinct
To drink your blood
From the wounds that I cause.
It's an instinct
To tear your skin apart
And ram a needle
Into your heart
And watch it bleed.
It's an instinct
To love to hate you
It's an instinct
To do what I do.
