My eyeliner is dark, like the depths of my soul,
and my broken heart will never be whole...
There is blood on my wrists, a studded belt on my pants.
I want to go see Underoath since I couldnt resist, but my mom says I can't...
Someetimes I like to cry, and save my tears up in a glass.
Music inspires me, so why try? but for others it inspires laughs...
I flip my wavy hair, hold my gun, there is no soul I will spare so why not be gone..
