Empty stomach
Bruised knees...

Seven in the morning
I wake up thinking of you...

You call me a sl^g
You call me a c()w...

After all these months
Of sadness and depression...

Lying on a bed
crisp clean and white...

Swallow ur pride
go with whats inside...

Her heart had broken
A few times before...

I don't want to love you
i just want to care...

I hate the way you look
With your empty brown eyes...

Reality hit me
Just like you...

I grabbed your a/ss today
And you patted my head...

My heart is lost
Within a cloud of tears...