Stutter Kid thinks in a chopped up mess
Blinking when confronted with a social test...

I am the suicidal vampire
cut then drink it all...

I flick on the tv, flop down on the couch
land on a razor with silent ouch...

She taps her toes
so no one knows...

The deeper the pain
the deeper my scar...

Looking past
These tear filled eyes...

Tell me that you love me
shout it to the sky...

The boy of the hour's clad in thigh high dreams
Blushing shades of controversial pink and red...

Do you ever wonder
What happens when you walk away...

With big top's rotten and mirrors rust
Comes fears extreme with screaming must...

As we march
they slowly cry...

What is perfect?
something I'm not...