Its nights like these
The ones where the depression...

Most boys all deserve something similer...jk well...
Cant leave him alone...

I guess I wear my misery
Like a tattered dress...

If you read this slow it sounds like crap but if...
My eyes have been...

I know this dosnt rhyme but their kinda close lol...
Its okay to cry...

Meaning immersed inside the soul
Is unsecured and running loose...

You know how like one bad thing happens like you...
Pissed off and frustrated...

Victim:
Call out for me and Ill make it...

I can see it and I can feel it
But I can't force it...

Isnt exactly what i was going for but oh well...
Seeing what I wanted...

*everyong should appriciate being sick.*
*now that i understand i might be the only who...

Ahhh...i dont know what this is...its a half ass...
Yeah, I miss you...