No no no.
I don't want to hear your secrets.
I don't share your pain.
I don't want to know about the wrinkles in your bed
And I don't want to know about the ghost inside your haunted head,
Inside your haunted head.
Cheerleader punk by the Warning...(bassist is 13 here)
'Cause the blood that I bleed it is no longer red
It is black like the words that replay in my head
My sanity's gone and my morals are wrong
And I know what they all say
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