PIN CUSHION
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Can't watch myself break and bleed another second
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Drowning in Ectasy 'til I feel the pain again
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
Throw me on the floor, I know I'm such a disgrace
Spent too fucking long hiding these burns on my face
Throw the dollar bills all over the place
Put me on some pills, so I can't feel the pain
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Can't watch myself break and bleed another second
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Drowning in Ectasy 'til I feel the pain again
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
Rope around my neck, and his hands on my chest
Needles creeping in, tryna get me undressed
Lost inside my head, how could this happen again?
Red in your eyes, got my blood on your skin
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spreading your lies, you've got my blood on your skin
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Can't watch myself break and bleed another second
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Drowning in Ectasy 'til I feel the pain again
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
Throw me on the floor, I know I'm such a disgrace
Spent too fucking long hiding these burns on my face
Throw the dollar bills all over the place
Put me on some pills, so I can't feel the pain
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Can't watch myself break and bleed another second
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
Drowning in Ectasy 'til I feel the pain again
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
Rope around my neck, and his hands on my chest
Needles creeping in, tryna get me undressed
Lost inside my head, how could this happen again?
Red in your eyes, got my blood on your skin
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spit in my face, I feel your look sinking in
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Spreading your lies, you've got my blood on your skin
Secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends
I'm your pin cushion, and I always have been
Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Smith, Andrew Migliore
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