I need a few while I stitch shutnthe cut that you left when you tore me up.nI knew I'd bruise but I refusento let you know that it bled that much causenI know you'd probably smilenif you knew that I was hurting.nThis thing is such your style.nLacerations are a form of flirting.nnnSo you can play your games.nBut this time we play for keeps.nI'm one foot short of six feet deep.nnI need a few to recall whynthe reason that I'd wanna call you mine.nCause I've been used and I refusento let another chill run down my spine andnI know you'll probably crynwhen you hear what I've been plotting.nRevenge was on my mindnfrom the time my blood was finished clotting.nnnSo you can play your games.nBut this time we play for keeps.nI'm one foot short of six feet deep.nAnd you won't get awayncause my pain it never sleeps.nI'm one foot short,nI'm one foot short,nI'm one foot short of six feet deep.nnOne, TwonI'm gonna come for younThree, FournYou'd better lock your doornFive, SixnYou've always made me sicknAnd nownand now your done fornnx2nnAnd now we'll see just what you'll donwhen the tables turned on you.