I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...

If I could be
Who you’d wanted me to be...

She is a silent witness
The lone star of her dreams...

Music screaming in my head
Is yelling to my soul...

I can spend hours listening to my conscience and...
I can decide if I want to die but can’t...

She raised her arm and looked confused
Something was surely not right...

They took away our right to question,
Removed our right to speak...

Tonight I feel like vomiting
But not from too much drink...

I’m gritting my teeth and I’m...
And the cravings are ripping out my insides...

They call me the shadow,
Because I hide behind...

So many nights are wasted
As I drink myself to sleep...

Are you on drugs? They ask me.
Have you been getting pissed...