Thoughts of homocide
thoughts of murder...

How could you expect me to be happy
walking around with cut wrists...

I am
A little demented...

Kill them kill them
Murder them...

I dont want to defend myself anymore
Im sick of trying...

I cant find peace even though I try
He's gone and I dont know why...

Missing you
it kills me to...

When I reach out I only get air
and it kills me to think that you never did care...

You unknowingly
strangle me...

All the rest came
They tried to make me laugh...

Stop stop stop
Talking...

I took your heart and put it in a glass jar
I hid it in a place afar...