DESCRIPTION:
Little things are funny but don't really matter, yet they reoccur
bigger things hit harder hurt much more, yet you still know where you are
Hit me harder than you've ever hit me
so hard you'll wake me up to scan
the situation that I keep creating
and finally see just where I stand

Make a bloody mess, wear a brand new dress, Sing my songs and lead me on,
Then tear me heart out of my chest

Oh scream at me say that I'm a loser
tell me I'm a freak and you never wanted me
Say I'm an awful lover
and as ugly as can be,
Oh please Oh please I'm on my knees
why won't you set me free


Make a bloody mess, wear a brand new dress, Sing my songs and lead me on,
Then tear me heart out of my chest

Take a knife and carve this to my chest
I never want to kiss you again
I'd rather kill myself
Only then may you be proud
You've performed the correct behaviour
for little would you know
you have done me a favour

Make a bloody mess, wear a brand new dress, Sing my songs and lead me on,
Then tear me heart out of my chest

For it seems to me that I'm a dummy
and your salutes are invitations
for if you do not make a scene
my poor dumb mind will always be racing,
so hurt me so i see,
I'll be on my knees
screaming please come back to me
so find me, make dirt of me publically
Please just set me free

Make a bloody mess, wear a brand new dress, Sing my songs and lead me on,
Then tear me heart out of my chest