Martin (midori2tree)

[Verse 1]
Martin does horrible things
That he doesn't understand
All he really needs is some love just
He doesn't understand, but

[Chorus]
If he could find a way
Of ripping his heart out
He'd probably send it to you
With a rolled up five dollar bill
Or finally find a way
Of ripping his heart out of his chest
He'd send it to you with a stiletto
So you could stab it at will

[Verse 2]
Oh, Martin, terrible boy
You hate yourself
They'd hate you more
If they knew what you've done
And all that you're capable of

[Verse 3]
Oh, Martin knows that he's wrong
But he can't stop now
'Cause he's always alone
And it's fouled up his perspective
He wants to be stopped
Just he can't tell a soul
What he thinks that he is, but

[Chorus x2]
If he could find a way
Of ripping his heart out
He'd probably send it to you
With a rolled up five dollar bill
Or finally find a way
Of ripping his heart out of his chest
He'd send it to you with a stiletto
So you could stab it at will

If he could find a way
Of ripping his heart out
He'd probably send it to you
With a rolled up five dollar bill
Or finally find a way
Of ripping his heart out of his chest
He'd send it to you with a stiletto
So you could stab it at will