Don't look me in the eyes
And tell me what it's like to die inside...

Wasted thoughts
Wasted lines...

An explanation
A perfect one...

I gave you a hug
You said I'm the first...

She said something that I couldn't hear
Because my vision was slightly blurred...

I remember once when I was twelve
i said the world could go to hell...

Pulling on strings they call it puppeteering
As I hang myself from a ten story building...

The lonely rituals of the broken hearted
The silver eyes from tears long dried...

So she threw the phone under her bed
I screamed what words came out...

Empty words
Insert a rhyme...

This page I promise is ripped
And this pencil is tasting like poison...

Dancing with no motion
On the edge of pearly cliffs...