Your name blares in my head like a distorted symphony.
And you will see me
F A L L I N G
D O W N
ironically
I ask if "you want to take a pill with me"?
The antidepressants makes you
D-E-P-R E-S-S-E-D. Ironically
I thought we would be together happily
But we are miles a p a r t and I'm rotting in a grave, ironically
I have cuts on my hands, blood on my shirt, I think of myself stupidly.
But I still keep R/A/Z/O/R/S in the back of my phone case, in case of emergency's, ironically.
You're killing me with the words you don't speak. So you're sat there shouting silently.
But we can laugh at the S.I.T.U.A.T.I.O.N. But only Ironically.
