As other people sit together,
I sit alone...
I see her sitting there,
In that cold, dark room...
Trevor, I really love you,
But theres something you must know...
Who I really am,
Is something you’ll never know...
I wish that I could tell you,
How I feel inside...
Just cut yourself up like cheap cupons, and tell them death was on sale. |
When there is nothing but pain, nothing matters anymore. Only one thing can awake those who sleep through torture, love. |
I found a box of sharp objects, what a beautiful thing. |