Sitting on a bomb, I feel it tick. Waiting for it...

Move and leave. I can't take this talk of suicide...

You make me wonder
If you really care for me...

That night I sat and thought
Held that memory when we first met...

I found a old shoe under my bed
It smelled like rad...

Why don't you just kill me right now
And hit me across the face...

I\'m sorry but I must say this.. I hate you. Sorry...

When I look into your eyes
I see your soul...

You think that I care really?
Do you...

If I could fly
I would fly away from you...

I think that it is raining
Raining with your tears...

Today is the final good-bye
People becoming weak...