I snap into a delusioned state
of hating you...

There are photo's to pick apart
and so many words to over analyse...

Don't touch me
don't even look...

Can a mattress soak up sadness?
Can a room lock in someone's pain...

I lack originality and that certain flare,
im no show stopper...

My poison of choice,
you stand, rolling a cigarette...

I lead a life of simple regrets
things that at the time...

Dont touch me
dont even look...

Your a cold, empty poisonous smile..
i watch you, youve turned into everything you hate...

While you were sleeping
i figured out everything...

Memories make me wince.
these streets i walk...

The rain falls on the street
it stings my skin...