To be
or not to be
what the hell
does that mean

The blood wont stop dripping
the knife keeps coming
it is to late

Left behind
inst enough
full of bullshit
everyone is gone
(it spells out life)

These scars on my arms
will never go away
these scars on my arms
are because of you

Love is power
love is strength
love is haterid
love is fate

Life can go to hell and screw itself.

These cuts on my arms are giving loose. The blood is starting to drip. And now I'm fading away.

Boredom is hell
on earth

I hate life
i hate this world
so screw everything
and let me go to hell

I sit ans sit and sit
but you never call
i thought you were my
friend
but now i have to let you go.