as I sit here I'm toking and just thinking.
sad all my attempts have failed, feeling sad and alone.
every one always has sometime else its seems maybe its time for me to leave, they've all moved on and I sit here and try not to cry as I feel the bottle over fill more and more.
I wish I wasn't like this I wish I was okay, that I didn't feel all this pain all the time, they deserve someone else someone better
my head hurts and my heart hurt I've cuts and bruises inside and out
you don't notice my little hints and changes what make me snap and makes me twist
