In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...

Hey, here is a way
to waste your time...

Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead...

Our world is moving backward,
fighting wars from in the past...

It's sad that one mistake,
can put the future on hold...

They call him the enabler,
the man sitting in that chair...

Blood drips from my veins,
like rain from the sky...

I'm bored of writing poetry,
engulfed in all my cries...

I've had problems with gas in the past.
Sometimes, they just slip out too fast...

I write, cuz' I'm scared
of what I will become...

I am giving you your final warning,
cut the sh** and quit your mourning...

She used to be the person,
who I would idolize...