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

I've made myself
a place to sleep...

A fake id will lend her the credibility
to be the girl that no-one usually see's...

Do my wrists turn u on...
an emo boys lust...

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

To whom it may concern
its come to my attention...

Here goes that familiar sting in my eyes
and the tears that dribble down...

Im fighting a battle
between dead pan eyes and fake smiles...

Dot after dot fill my mind
press on my eyelid...

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

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

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