Untitled for the first time

It's all quiet now that the music's died down
red rings around my wrist cause I'm always tied down
i hate being here cause there's no one like me
not even a trace of what friendship might be
i feel like the whole school watches my every move
maybe it's paranoia or just my cocky 'tude
u don't give a damn no more cause I'm always depressed
why should my every-day mood get u stressed
I'm not even someone to be taken serious
disillusioned with reality, I'm delirious
fingers down my throat, sh1t rushes up
hanging from a rope that's not high enough
heavy breathing it's burning like hell
flesh wounds on my arms, I'm not well
just three little blue life-lines left
then the bottle is empty, my life's theft
my honest word it bends and it twists
my right hand holds the key to my bliss
i squeeze and hold onto it real tight
crimson will drown my dreams tonight.

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