I need a few, while I stitch shut, the cut that you left when you tore me up. I knew I’d bruise, but I refuse, to let you know that it bled that much 'cause, I know you'd probably smile, if you knew that I was hurting. This thing is such your style, lacerations are a form of flirting. So you can play your games, but this time we play for keeps. I'm one foot short of six feet deep. I need a few to recall why, the reason that I'd wanna call you mine. 'Cause I've been used and I refuse, to let another chill run down my spine and, I know you'll probably cry, when you hear what I've been plotting. Revenge was on my mind, from the time my blood was finished clotting. So you can play your games, but this time we play for keeps. I'm one foot short of six feet deep. And you won't get away, 'cause my pain it never sleeps. I'm one foot short, I'm one foot short, I'm one foot short of six feet deep. One, Two I'm gonna come for you Three, Four You'd better lock your door Five, Six You've always made me sick And now and now your done for. One, Two I'm gonna come for you Three, Four You'd better lock your door Five, Six You've always made me sick And now, and now your done for And now we'll see just what you'll do, when the tables turned on you. So you can play your games, but this time we play for keeps. I'm one foot short of six feet deep. And you won't get away, 'cause my pain it never sleeps. I'm one foot short, I'm one foot short, I'm one foot short of six feet deep. I said I'm one ...