Let me think here, how much have you hurt me now...? the answer is NO

And if putting this razor against my skin means ill be able to forget and fall into death, then its what ill do

Love is like war,
Easy to begin
Hard to finish

But most of all I HATE you

Brown eyes that overshadow my heart
Blue eyes that make me fall apart

The cold seeps in
The warmpth seeps out

Winter blows in, as fall steps out

I don't go out with losers, sorry

I put my hand against my heart
I feel the beaing cease withen
Smiling I know that death will begin

So many numbers on my phone
If I left tonight, no one would know
And afterwards none of those numbers
Would even call to see if I was gone
Hopelessness stands alone