Mr. Pay Me Mr. Pay me you wanna blame me? Now it's your turn to entertain me You call me crazy But hey you made me and now it's your turn to entertain me
Well you bled me dry and then deserted me Fed me acidic lies and called it dignity Recklessy abandoned but addicted to your venom Shoving down your shit like meals never asking 'Hey what's in it?' Always felt psychotic never knew you were the menace Cloaked within your shame but somehow you made me love it What a cruel disguise that almost murdered me
I helped you clean the knife that you stabbed me with Ripped me into shreds then made me puck up all the pieces Turned my life to toxic waste and then you made me eat it Like Moses in the desert no I never stopped believing You took everything I had, and left me begging you for it
I hope one day you feel old like me I hope you feel cold like me I hope you feel every scratch, every wound, and everywhere that I bleed That's what you get for never knowing me for never holding me I hope you feel everything