We are born, live a short and pointless life, then die. Why do we put up with such crap? |
You clawed it back from the depths of hell |
The stars shine brightest when life is at its darkest |
It's not that you are not important, |
If you love me you will kill me, before I kill myself. |
Hate me. Hate me like I hate myself. Then leaving you wouldn't hurt so much. |
A delicate red lace, |
Lock away the pain. Cannot show you. Always been so strong. Cannot let you know. Cannot let you know I want to die. |
I hear voices |
Just the three of us, drink together, leave together. |