Picture nothing, Picture absolutely nothing in...
You can't.... Can you...

Have you ever felt like you have made a million...
Killed any chance you had of living...

Born
Into...

Inside a pitch black coffin,
Being lowered down...

A knife to solve his problems
A knife to cause his ending...

There’s a young boy sitting in Maths class...
He doesn’t care for numbers nor charts...

How is it to love a thug you ask?
Well, happy and loving he is...

No longer will I take my friends for granted
I’m gonna cherish and love them as if they...

No longer do I collapse and cry,
No longer do I yearn to whither and die...

I love the way you do your hair
And how it makes my insides tear...

This charcoal eyeliner that surrounds my eyes.
This thick, black mascara that lengthens my...

(This isn't actually slang but the other...
I lungamente da morire...