From the bottom of my feet, To the top of my cranium, Push me again, I'll show you some geranium, I'll take down all the leaders, And drown them in uranium,

Wasted on my floor again,
I adore my addiction.

There's so much I'd like to say,
But these words taste like yesterday.

Striving for perfection,
Starving for affection,

The "long run" dosent matter if there's no surving the short one.

If love is meant to make me miserable, then i must be head over heels

If i die will you cry for me and if i say "i love you" will you realize its true and if for you my heart i remove will you say "i love you to"

Cuts with no texture
the blood is my fixture
just another long winter

Take this razor and sign my wrist so i can tell the world who left me like this