I reside in my dark cave.
Everyday every night.
Cold and bitter.
Lingering by the telephone
waiting for someone,anyone to call.
So I don't answer.
See? I have control.
I huddle in that corner
by the door
where my from first to last poster
solemnly hangs
cutting down the road baby.
See?I have control.
I strum angry guitar chords
and growl to my favorite screamo lyrics
I remain angry and drained.
See?I have control.
I Biitch to myself about nobody caring.
Yet i blow off my loved ones.
I hurt those I love.
I hurt myself.
See? I have control.
