Sitting in this room
looking at your face...
I'm a victim of my own incompetence
swallowed by the world...
Chocolates are my drugs
they get me on a crazy high...
Scared and alone I sit in my
room. No one home to stop me...
I cut myself and watch it bleed.
I drink, smoke, do drugs, I do anything I please...
All the screams of thousands of people
A means of death and destruction...
Today i took somebody's life
I slit their throat with my dad's knife...
The grieving pain,
the lost revenge...
My happy days have gone away.
i feel so alone every single day...
Always around, but never quite there.
I opened my ears, but never could hear...
Losing control can it be a good thing or could it...
Many reasons to loose control all tempting you to...
Stuck in my room
cant be there soon...