maybe i'm just lost they said.
maybe i'm just tired or dead inside.
something's wrong with me.
maybe that's just how i am...
maybe i'm a mess and i ain't gonna change.
i want to hold your hand with my cold one
i want to hang from the ceiling
i want to wake up with a face full of your hair
i want to swallow the entire bottle
i belong 6 feet under you
you belong in the spotlight
i belong in a casket
you belong with a doll face
you deserve recognition
i deserve nothing but all wrong that comes my way
there's nothing here for you
and you'll find that out soon
my cold cadaver is rotting
lungs black covered in nicotine and spice
i don't amount to anything
i am nothing but a mere degenerate
a selfish rat with more insignificance than
ever
i want to kill them all
and you want to make a change
i want to kill myself
and you don't know
