A Rumor Of Skin کے بول

You deleted your evidence You've depleted yourself Face down, wasn't good enough You had to give me your Hell Not much more inside of me left to lose No one hates me quite like you (Let me show you the proof) I don't mind my own self-loathing I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supposed to do? You believe that you're innocent You're relieving your guilt The jury seems to be dead locked Look at the drama you built Seems like everyone's guaranteed damaged truth What makes someone hate like you? (And is there something to prove?) But I don't mind my own self-loathing I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supposed to do! I don't mind my own self-loathing I don't need help from you I know, I'm lonely What am I supposed to do? Without my coldest memories of you I know, I'm angry And I don't need help from you!