Things are just a mess. the world as we know it is...
which gun is stronger. which is just not...
Sometimes you just feel things and sometimes you...
Sometimes the numb can be so much & sometimes...
Liar liar, pants on fire
Sins are only rising higher...
Steal, metal, sharp
release my pain everything...
I'm done talking about you
now its about me...
How eyes flutter
Through prisms of glass...
I'm sitting here
at an unmarked grave...
It waited there on her wooden dresser,
sitting on the jewelry chest...
How strong are you now
That I have cut you down...
I hold this knife close to my skin
i feel the metal cutting in...
His brown hair gently flutters
To the winds incessant blows...
It was a disheveled mess,
Defused over the town...