The mass of boys will bleed tonight
As girls hold on to their dignity tight...

If you read this slow it sounds like crap but if...
My eyes have been...

Its nights like these
The ones where the depression...

Ready to manipulate the paper
I sit down at the table...

You know how like one bad thing happens like you...
Pissed off and frustrated...

Meaning immersed inside the soul
Is unsecured and running loose...

I know this dosnt rhyme but their kinda close lol...
Its okay to cry...

I can see it and I can feel it
But I can't force it...

Isnt exactly what i was going for but oh well...
Seeing what I wanted...

*everyong should appriciate being sick.*
*now that i understand i might be the only who...

Ahhh...i dont know what this is...its a half ass...
Yeah, I miss you...

Victim:
Call out for me and Ill make it...