it's forever now. no turning back point for us. from now on you're all i need by my side. a brief fairy-tale, storybook-like ending. the stars have never
would've never thought this to be real. i tried so hard for you. drew chalk outlines of myself. but i'm fine. thought i should be introduced to you, cause
you say it's cheap entertainment honey. buried me alive, just to dig me up at night. oh, but i say it's poor death perception maybe. breaths all you can
six years and counting, maybe i'm just talking. you talked of moving out of state. you just got back, but you it's too long. i tried to talk you into
from a mile i saw it coming. something had to give; it could never stay that way. egos always get the best of us. the back-stabbing begins, whose blood
Is this what you think of me, so hollow? Seems to take the place of things left behind Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined Thoughts still
what a lovely sight. make-out rooms and lover's fights, strangers from the streets, seen it twenty-thousand times. we sip away our pains. our futures
your photogenic face, must have missed the train. i'd advise checking the baggage claim. those new eyes disturb me, they lost that youthful glow hearing
falling from outer space. broke out the glass to save myself from your face. faster and faster still. then my body disintegrates. feels like i'm knee
gather around and place your bets whether it will happen to you. i've seen it happen too many times cause people won't lend out their hands. we try to
"run for your life, you'll never get out in time. why couldn't you stay in line, lived your life just like mine." take some advise, i've heard this a
you hear my words my pictures on your sleeve, imagination paints a window into me, but that's one sided. you'll have to meet me face to face before you
congratulations on your skin, the new look, sin, is in. all blackened up to try and hide, how you tick on the inside. life in a coma, it must not be too
put on those looks that kill. on the dance floor you meet eyes. oh, what a beautiful thrill. oh, what a fool-proof disguise. worse than murder of a queen
do you think i really care about how you see me? as soon as i turn around be careful what you say. when you leave it's the same, no one's your friend. "
what am i to do? numb to pain the feelings gone shut out myself to everything i knew. the old me wouldn't feel this way, i guess it's true, everything
how could this be right? a half a dozen times i asked myself the same. it's nothing you can fight, unless you want to live regretting everyday. so raise
