cold skin

I don't wanna talk, lay down in a crosswalk Let my blood spray Never have a thought, organs sitting there to rot Body decay Cold skin, trash can, cut me, throw my life away I'm hogtied, grey sky, bad guy, a wilted bouquet I'm in the treehouse I might tie a rope now Feet twitch when it stop the blood flow I feel sick baby when will I feel better Feel like Drippin in the black wife beater Call, I'll prolly not answer I'll stall, i just dont know better Head fucked up but i do what i do now Dont know what i want but i want to feel Talk to me until you bother me Cus thats the only way to get inside of me I'm not sick, but i feel like I'm sick, and i dont wanna talk about it I don't wanna talk