Hope dangles on a string,
Like slow spinning redemption...

I'm so sick
of living in this...

This is really gay
I've bin waiting forever...

Blah! blah? blah.
that all i hear...

I hear them all
the voices in my head...

Hic-ups ooh how I hate you
you never seem to go away...

I hate your frickin guts
so much so it's nearly...

Sitting here impatiently,
chipping the old paint on the wall...

Well now I'm dead,
I put a gun to my head...

Back then I'd hear our song on the radio
it sets me back to a time...

Pushing these thoughts
farther back in my mind...

If you don't comment my poems guys,
I'm seriously gonna cry...