The pain that i cannot cope with
weighing my shoulders down
every regret
every mistake
every memory
every scar
i will kiss every last one of them
a reminder of what i was
stuck to me like crazy glue
gnawing at my bleeding mind
and hacking the s h i t out of my dead insides
bleeding mascara trickling down my porcelain face
thirty dollars a night to keep me sane
bring it home in a paper bag
lock my door and roll up a joint
smoke until there is no more left
get out the bottle and shoot it down
my hands are shaking
my legs are giving
my vision is blurring
i pick up the phone
i could have sworn i heard it ring this time
no one to call
no one to talk to
no one to listen
no one to care
what have i become?
a nothing inscribed in stone
you act so sincere
but your a cold heartless b i t c h
covered in make-up and fancy clothes
no one will ever see the real you
the one who did this to me
you are the one who drove me to the state i am in today
and every day
so good-bye and farewell my friend
i will see you in hell
where i will walk right by
not acknowledging you at all
with a look on my face
like all the ones that you gave to me
as i watch you burn to ashes
i will laugh and mouth the words
'f u c k you, you did this to me'
so go ahead and be a stunned c u n t to me again
and see where the f u c k you wind up
cause karma sure is a b i t c h
and i will do whatever it takes to help you to see that.
