When I die, or the day I choose to wake
up and see my greenroom...don't
mention my name anymore, "or you'll
start missing everybody over and over"...

I bleed because of you..dont you feel special?

You said you read me like a book but the pages have been torn and frayed..

My life is already dangerous.. you made too risky..

Come and share your tears with me..

Why don't you just go to hell and I'll plan on meeting you there someday..