Back to the writing
back from the chills...

Spiraling down,
back to whence i came...

Sopping wet
and stoned sky high...

Hen my heart stops beating
And you know longer hear the cries...

I dont need someone who cares
i dont need a friend...

\"nothings gunna change any time soon, we can...
no shuddup i get it uve condemnd me to doom...

They always talk as if I'm not there
they whisper...