Look at what life has given us,
A world where nothing is true...

My greatest fear,
Isn't getting a bad grade...

I'm sorry for making you feel like this,
I'm sorry for treating you this way...

As i look toward the knives,
My fear of being lost...

Feeling your body against mine,
Brings back memories...

My perfect lost,
Your bleeding heart...

I remember,
When you first snuck in...

Day after day,
Week after week...

The perfect man,
Does or does not one exist...

Living beneath fear,
Hiding from feelings...

Meaning without words,
Is nothing less then as expression...

I can't believe those words,
came from my month...