The Autopsy

This is about giving yourself up to something you don't want, thinking it's what you deserve.
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Press the all ready bloody scissors deep into your skin; you know you enjoy it,
Dig your fingernails into her skin and pray he likes the mutilation you put him through;
You know you're in love when you can help him dance through his obsessions,
You know you're in love when you can help him go through the mistakes that are over due.

He tried to save you once, but you refused; you'd rather get what you think you deserve,
But there's so much more to this life of yours that you have yet to discover.
So press the all ready bloody scissors deep into your kidneys; you enjoy that thrill,
Gasp out and grab his arms; you want him to hold you, but he's not your lover.

You make your mistakes, and you know they're wrong, yet still you follow through;
You can dance a masquerade with the dead; he'll no longer help you when you fall.
You used to be so pretty, well, you could be, but now your not even worth the time.
Choose your fate with one simple kiss; it's like kissing the devil, you recall.

Yet as you continue to make the mistake over and over again; don't expect him to come through,
He's done all he can to save you, yet you just won't let him. Did you know you're worth so much more?
And even as you go over the answer ["Yes,"] in your head, you fall back into her manipulating arms,
You think you've gotten what you deserved, but you're just an angel too scared to explore.

So, press the all ready bloody scissors deep into your skin; you know you enjoy it,
The thrill of getting hurt is what you believe you deserve; there's nothing more to say,
You beg for help and then run from the advice like an abused child from the abuser;
One day you might be okay . . . who are we kidding? you're too far gone to save.