will you remember the times i looked at you, will you remember how i touched your skin? will you ignore the way i treated you, will you ignore how things could’ve been? will you forget so easily the things i did for you, will you forget how broken your soul was? will you cast aside my kissing you, will you cast aside all thoughts of us? do it. i want to be dead. i want to be gone. i want to be the aftertaste you can’t rid yourself of, the thought that you hide having, the memory you wish was synthetic… ——- take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head… you never ever believed in me, i am your tourniquet… (manson)