One, two there goes the gun
three, four here comes the floor...

The gap has grown.
Our colors are shown...

Open is what you call our relationship
I want to be closer, nearer to you...

So many drugs
such a small party...

Theres so many problems
so many things...

You had a girl, but you knew me.
you left her but not to claim me...

I'm so mad. My eyes burn red. My hands tremble...

Im trapt within my own head
i want out...

My heart pounds
My hands shake...

You say you "love me"
No you don't...

I can’t stand your perfect...
Here I stand alone...

I envy you.
You get the good hand, I get the bad...