Hate because you can
but you lost everything...

You say hell is you home with the warmth of their...
You say mothers arms wont caress you, and she wont...

Damn the dead
Craters are filling...

Fall upon a star
With success you will never fail...

Feelings piling up like dirty laundry
Weeks of emotions unable to escape...

Site here, feel it. Feel the coldness
Of every word that you speak...

Her marked up words
And horizontal dreams...

Sitting in my room
not a care in the world...

Drowning heat
burning thoughts...

You'll find me under that apple tree
Clawing at the dirt with bare hands...

The pills make me feel good
The pills make me feel strong...

The nights laid out for you
As I'm holding the gun to your head...