I'm sick of everything
its all so bad...
I wake up in the morning, put a smile on my face
Hoping that it's enough to get me through another...
Under the lipstick smile and short skirt
Lies a dark and dangerous girl with makeup smeared...
The razor leaves horrible scars
Time slows, and I’m seeing stars...
She Was Once A Little Girl
Who Laughed And Played with Bliss...
Wat is the point in talking
when I know people can hear...
I could disintegrate with a gust of wind.
My bones and body feel brittle and hollow...
The house is mute,
steeped with exasperation...
There's bile in my throat telling me my timing is...
It's just plain easier to ignore inconvenient...
I can't tell if something's
changing in me or if it's the...
I hide my eyes
So you can't see inside...
Look depression is a hurtful feeling; steadily...
Got them putting a gun to their head...