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BLOODY NIGHTMARES

BLOODY NIGHTMARES

They tell you it's wrong to wish death,

But some shit deserves it,

They tell you it's wrong to imagine killing yourself,

But some assholes deserve my knife.

We make you believe that you live in an ideal world,

Apparently your classmates are kind,

We call each other friends, but try to take me on,

I know no one will take the ball for me.

I'm often told I'm pessimistic, that I see life in black,

I just think I see life as it really is.

Don't blame me, I'm the only one who's honest.

When I walk down the halls, heads rise up on me,

They judge me, they laugh, they think I'm a fucking drug addict,

Believe me, you're wrong, my drug is blood,

And I want you to know that you're all my fucking drug dealers.

I hate this world, and I'm dying to end this suffering,

But most do not understand, do not want,

We'd rather see this girl in me, happy fucking girl.

They tell you it's wrong to wish death,

But some shit deserves it,

They tell you it's wrong to imagine killing yourself,

But some assholes deserve my knife.

If you were here at night, every night, you might understand,

You could see my tears, my loneliness, my hatred.

My dreams would be nightmares to you,

And you know what? Maybe you're not ready for my world,

Well, you did the right thing, so just know I hate you.

You made me believe so many beautiful things, like love,

But love is a made-up thing to feel less alone.

I listen alone and in the darkness of music that seems depressive,

But damn it, stop calling reality depressive.

Everyone's looking for true love, I'm looking for assholes,

These dishonest, unhealthy, lying guys cling to me,

My life is destined for a fucking story that will end.

I don't want your love, you don't want to give it to me,

You just want to make me a perfect little whore.

No matter how much I look for a perfect, balanced, healthy world,

But I know I'll never find him, because he doesn't exist.

So in the meantime, I feed off these red lines,

And I don't care if it bothers your innocent little eyes.

Say I have a horrible vision of life if you want,

But try to understand what I've been through,

And after that, you'll see that death is the opposite of fear.

They tell you it's wrong to wish death,

But some shit deserves it,

They tell you it's wrong to imagine killing yourself,

But some assholes deserve my knife.