There are photo's to pick apart
and so many words to over analyse...

My head is screwed on backwards today
everyone is staring...

The rain falls on the street
it stings my skin...

Memories make me wince.
these streets i walk...

Don't touch me
don't even look...

While you were sleeping
i figured out everything...

Your a cold, empty poisonous smile..
i watch you, youve turned into everything you hate...

Can a mattress soak up sadness?
Can a room lock in someone's pain...

I lead a life of simple regrets
things that at the time...

Spinning in a haze of sober colours
screaming myself hoarse...

Dont touch me
dont even look...

Heart break triggered impulses...
impulses of red n crimson scars...