Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me.
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby without you I'm nothing, I'm so lost.
Hug me then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me.
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on.
Two psychopaths, but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky.
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