I gaze upon the stars
And my wrists full of scars...

Sitting here on my cold floor
My body’s aching, throat’s sore...

Bored, bored all on my own
Obsession with death as all but grown...

I reap the benefits of a heart scorned
i dream thoughts of death and suicide...

Oh the gay Rob
he likes to suck nob...

I stand alone
along the backdrop of my world...

I tiptoed into your life
and stamped on your heart...

How do i start this?
a tale about us...

If you cry to me, I’ll cry to you,
We’ll cry and cry the whole night through...

You made me feel the way i do
Totally liberated setting me free...

You say the bruises will heal
And that my scars will fade...

How many lives do i have to live?
How many lies do i have to tell...