i'm uncomfortable with myself, and your put-downs just do not help. the outcome is i feel like shit. don't you know when to quit? and i am not doing
heartbroken, i watched the rain beat on the sidewalk. complete with grey skies and headlights and puddles on the sidewalk, everybody's ruined like me
thanks for being a fuck. i hope you drowned in your own vomit. you really proved yourself to me, and you really gave me something to remember you by...
i knew this fit together too perfectly. i struggled with some problems that were made by me. i knew it was too good to be true. so why am i not surprised
i know myself. i know i think i'm so sick of people and i don't know why. see, i just don't have patience for them. and i really think i can make it
and then i tried what i know i couldn't do. i got frustrated when i couldn't talk to you. i had all these plans, but i couldn't follow through. it's
waking up every day in the same bed for nine long years and it all goes by. i'm glad with what i got so you won't hear one word of regret coming out
do what you want just go home. i'd take advice coming from anyone but you. don't see how you could say that shit. no matter what things will always stay
woke up today, won't be the same, I'll cope with this flaw that's my life and that's ok it's not depressing it just takes a little work. i try a little
don't look at me you idiot. your evil eyes and your sneer don't make me feel like shit. go back to where you belong, where you can be amused by your
i got this clot that says that i can't do a thing, and it kills me that what i love i can't do. my mind is torn, my life is smashed up. and i know it
i shout so listen. actions always uneffective. one last try before giving up. this cycle i'm caught in fucks me up, why does this happen? when i reached
you're all i've got. i explained to electronics and it understood. the fucking radio takes my mind off of everything... tonight i'll stare at everything
hey shitface. weren't you the one who told me i couldn't do anything? hey shitface. weren't you the one who put me down? isn't it funny that you're still
so how was i supposed to know that people are evil naturally? all the time we shared. it's like it wasn't there. that we didn't exist. emotions were
i guess you don't understand. you meant a lot to me. more than you think... you are now where i was then. how the fuck does it feel? it's a pity because
i'll always have that weak spot and you'll always hit me there. and i know, i know, i know you'll use it against me... why do you wanna ruin what i got
no heart. no time. i can't even fucking try and speak. a notion not of your own is only taken as a threat. why won't you pay attention? no hope. no change
