I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
I'm not obligated to respect your opinion if your opinion is harmful
I'm not like them but I can pretend
I love being alone but I hate feeling lonely
They call you crybaby but you don't fucking care
My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me
My head is a very dark place
Mama we all go to hell
I love the things you hate about yourself
Art should comfort the disturbed & disturb the comfortable
Only fools fall for you
We're all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; but different devils
Music is our only salvation from the horror of existence
Flowers in my hair, demons in my head
She's like poetry; beautiful, in a dark way...
You can drag me to hell if it means you would hold my hand
But she can't be what you need if she's seventeen
Don't wake us up we'd rather just keep dreaming cause the nightmares in our heads are bad enough
He's so bad but he does it so well
We're the kids who are dead inside but we're the ones who feel alive
Our brains are sick but that's okay
But we don't feel like outsiders at all
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
Live fast, die young & leave a beautiful corpse
