i dont think aney more
im just lifes hore
the shit you wipe off your shou
this is cos of you
life is like trying to pers your ear with a darning needel
im just week and febel
my life IS a razor blade
all i feel is beeing afrade
cos that last look did keep me out of trubul
i feel like im in a war were the rane flods and pors
were the blood hits the grawnd
and my body spireld down
i feel the bulit in my brane
it all redey ther you see
it is my life my fucher my owen desterney
trpt here for etenatey
all cos of you
love has evadid me
slapt me in the face and run from me
nothing is rele no more
cos im just a fucking dork
iv got no love to give to you
coos it was all tackin away
and to thing people wine cos thay got dumpt
when we are the ones in pane
dont you see its all the same
im just stuk in the rane
whating for the reper
like a man stoud up on a date
whating in the rane
im just feeling pane
and i know know one cares
but heres a destres flare
if you can see its me in the midel of the ochion
with the rest of the lost and damd
i love you all my good 1Â frend
right to the biter end
to you the girl who stole my heart keep going my love you days are not dark
for you see i love you still
even as i you said “no”
“but its a rele good gestue to show”
“your a sweet guy i love you lots but your not for me”
so sorry to you your loved by a freek
my love a flame
biter sweet
under warter…..
no heat…..
no flame…..
no love…..
im drowning