My mind has been let go.

I'm trapped in this hell called "home".

I can't win this game.

Bones don't just get that big.

I don't eat the food, just the people that make it.

Your mistakes might have passed but they're written in eternal stone.

Behind every man is whoever he wants.

My heart of glass is shattered.

I'm the kind of person who would go up to a little kid and say "Each day you die a little more" with a smile on my face.

You were my friend but I shouldn't have believed that crap.