I'll cut my writs and bleed to death
or just enough to stain the floor...

I turned you down
but you never asked...

I knew it was too good
to good to be true...

My pain
so real...

I want to taste your every word with my tongue
i want you to know that you have me under your...

The light pours in the window
making small shadows on the wooden floor...

Heaven is for followers
you spend your life following rules...

Youre all the same
each with a different name...

I cant see past my tears
i hate them...

Lose your pride
and ask for help...

I know its mean and nasty
but i cant let it go...

Lies
simple, dependant, hateful...