Life is shit
chocolate is evil
knives do no good
crying myself blind
thats what i tell myself but I can’t stop this selfhate is unevident to all but me...

Life isnt what its cut out to be but I can cut life out of me...

I wrote his name on my bullet that way he would be the last thing to go through my mind

Like a bed of roses theres a dozen reasons in this gun

"I Write A Note To Myself, 'You Don't Have A Chance, You're Nothing At All, It's Out Of My Hand

See that tear under my eye?
its been there since i said goodbye

see that smile?I didnt think so
i havent worn it since you had to go

Don’t Hold A Gun To My Chest & Tell Me It’s Roses, You Shoot Me, I Fall Down & Then The Door Closes.

I Am The Knife In The Back Of Your Throat, You Say You'll Love Me, I Say You Won't

On the inside im just a little boy with a tear in my eye, holding a toy that has been broken...

Let me lift this heavy veil I place upon my wrists and show to you all my worst enimies the reasons that I still exist