Rushing down the streets they cry,
"Death to the Unwanted!"
Turning in my grave, I sigh,
"The unwanted are already dead."

Dreams are always the same
they will never come true

Pain doesn't hurt, when it's all you've ever felt

Procrastination is the only thing keeping me from jumping into my grave

Darkness comes
darkness falls
ether way
it's still your fault

Each Nightmare Depics A Life
Much Less Harsh Than Reality

Dead eyes see no future

PAIN DOESN'T HURT
WHEN ITS ALL YOU'VE EVER FELT

There's no monster in the closet
No shadow under your bed
Just the normal whispers
Sending darkness through your head

I can't change the way I suffer but I can change the way I hurt myself.