Beating on the drums,
Loudly to suggest...

I hate being patronized,
When you ask...

People ask why I am the way I am.
I say, because it makes me happy...

Your love is so hollow,
Like a hole in a shoe...

He told me he was going to die, and I believed...
This is what I wrote...

People ask why I am the way I am.
I say, because it makes me happy...

I love the way the blood seeps into the lines on...
I love how it never stops flowing through my...

I want to cut out your heart,
Because I love you so much...

I can never sleep at night
Because of my parents fights...

We always want,
What we really don't need...

It caught my eye,
And wouldn't let go...

Last night I cried as I lay in bed,
Remembering Jason, before he was dead...