We talk until all hours of the night
keeping me alive when everything...

Serenity is sold
in small plastic bottles...

Empty room, silence kills
Broken smile, violent chills...

Nothing matters when you're broken,
when your whole world has been turned...

Fat; it's everywhere, like some kind
of disgusting infection. I am its only...

Every cut
Every bloody tissue...

I go to the drive through and make
my order. I pull up, pay and wait for...

Take my hand lets fly away
flee from tomorrow and forget today...

I promtly tie my hair back and make sure
to turn on the faucet to drain out the noise...

She was 16 the day she died,
in disbelief her lover cried...

Her thoughts are racing,
concentrated on the next time...

You promise me you'll be okay
only to find you the next day...