I'm dying of the asphyxiation.
Our bodies were too close...

Confession?
I'm mendacious, to a certain extent...

I look at my life
It's startling the things I see...

She sits on her bed
as the hours pass by one by one...

Everything falls to pieces
as the glue disappears...

You yearn to upset me
And tell me I'm dumb...

Dear Mr. Beautiful
I got my hopes up once again...

Aren't you supposed to be my friend
and hold my hand until the end...

You don't need to tell me again and again
Y I am sad...

What would you do if I never came back
If my whole damn happiness was a big freaking act...

You have me on a string.
Wrapped around your finger...

So I'm a poser?
is that what you said...