Lisa Rowe

Your many different faces
They're tearing me to piece's
Stuck in a state of psychosis
That's just one of your diagnosis

You're sick I watch you bleed
From your wrists you proceed to wear your heart on your sleeve
You puncture with needles to believe to wake up somewhere without this disease

Your many different faces
They're tearing me to pieces
Stuck in a state of psychosis
That's just one of your diagnosis



Credits
Writer(s): Jude Allen-scholey
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