You say im worth your time,
But it seem that that's just a lie...

You let the bullets fly your way,
You know your gona last another day...

Why is it my hart goes to different people,
Sometimes I feel as high as a steeple...

I've realized nothing I can ever do will be...
I'm sorry for Allways being a messed up...

Sometimes I just think I'd be better off dead,
With a golden bullet in my head...

This blood stains the paper,
I'll worry about the scars later...

I'm sat here saying goodbye,
I'm experiencing a new high...

I watch this world die,
I watch this world burn...

My, now tainted, soul,
Was formed from blow after blow...

I think we should separate,
These last few months haven't been all that great...

In my life I just want to run away,
I feel this growing day by day...

As me and her break up,
I see her tears rolling down her make-up...