Wandering the store,
The womens section is a far off shore,
Its drains me of my sanity,
I become what should not be,
in madness I begin to dwell.
In a personal nightmare and hell,
I begin to smile and giggle,
Thinking of the blood beginning to trickle,
I laugh and bend double,
Thinking of all my trouble,
But where do I put this pain of mine?
I run but it stays by my side.
I wanna cut again,
Put a bullet in my head and be gone,
But I'm told that's wrong,
So I listen to my favourite song,
I **** myself in my mind but not body,
And tell everyone I'm sorry.
walking around,
Chasing her about the shop,
Start to run aground,
I look and stop.
Womens clothes it hurts my heart,
Oh no, oh no no, oh no no!
Just go next door, don't make me start,
Just go to poundland, please just GO!
£20 sale shorts,
Ugly, nothing to her,
Running back and forth, I'm not much for sports,
Oh my this is causing a stir.
I try to relax, chill with my shades,
I just go numb,
Two days later it all just fades,
I curl fingers under thumb,
I clench my jaw,
Put my back in,
It aint ice cuz it don't thaw,
Don't blame me but anger is my sin.
Fall from grace,
Bleed the hate out,
Brush the glass from my face,
Scream and shout.
My mirror is broken,
My heart is sore,
Its toll has been taken,
That much I swore.

Staring in the mirror,
don't like what I see.
The thing I hate is me.
All I think is why god, why, why me?!
Staring in the mirror,
I think "in for a penny, in for a pound,"
I smash my face into the mirror,
Then I feel the ground.
The hate goes out of focus, just like the room,
In its place I feel the certainty, the certainty of doom.
I cry to myself, I cry alone,
I cry because there is no way out,
I am in my zone.
I cry because I am hated, my life is full of doubt.
I wish I was never born,
I wish I was dead,
I am wholly forlorn,
All I feel is dread,
Dread inside my head.
Curse you ******* mirror. You're all I see each day.

I knew a girl, we were alike in many ways,
I never held back, she saw my ugly side,
I told her everything, in her I did confide,
I was her morning star, she was my evening light,
We were there for each other all the time,
I didn't know what she might do some dark, stormy night,
She was once a butterfly so sublime,
But she gradually got worse,
I got better, for a while,
But what for us? For her perhaps a herse. For me, a curse.
I grew calm like the nile,
I have shed so many tears,
perhaps her body still lies in her bed,
for her I have so many fears,
One, her body lives but my butterfly is dead,
Two, she has breathed her very last breath,
Three, that it is all my fault,
Four, that she died a slow and painful death,
So long her memory has lived in its own little vault,
As long as she is there my butterfly will not die,
She cannot stay there any longer. So bye bye my beautiful butterfly.

Little robin redbreast what things do you hear?
Little robin rebreast, you're so beautiful,
But little robin, have you ever felt fear?
Robin, have you ever worked your life away for something most unfruitful?
Robin, you are so great,
But have you ever felt hate?
Robin, have you felt persecution?
Been threatened excecution?
Been judged by your feathers and who you love?
Like persay, if you were smitten with a dove?
Well little robin redbreast, if you have never been beaten and killed inside for who you are,
If you have never had to hide that breast you were born with,
Then my little robin, you have never had to hide, from grace you do not dive,
From that breast you have never pulled a knife,
And you have not lived the common life.

Dearest society,
What do you think of me?
Am I thin enough?
Too fat, too short, too ugly?
Well that's just tough ****.
I've had enough of it.
I'm a person.
I've done nothing. No killing or arson.
Why is it you think that of me?
Because of my anger and sobriety?
You push us all out,
Is it not enough that we cry and doubt?
Stick me with your knife and twist it.
But where's my heart? You missed it.
I'll laugh at you and scream.
Burn the cherry with a hint of cream.
I'll smear your blood on my left hand,
And as you die I'll be there to stand.
You'll be ashes as I stand for eternity.

I walk alone hood raised,
Unpraised,
Covering my colourful face,
The dark bags and disgrace,
I live with unbearable shame,
I live in agony and pain.
I'm frantic, even in your arms,
I cannot sleep in this down, dumb world.
I've found comfort in this lonliness.
I cross my heart, hope to die,
sit alone and curse the sky.
I learn to adore,
Then sit back and die a little more.
I smoke the days last cigarette,
Thinking of all the things people have said.
Sometimes I pretend I don't hear them talk but only if I can,
About the same old cliche̅s, "is it women? Is it man?"

You ripped the heart right out of me,
You were the very death of me.
I went into denile to make it through,
Because I would not be the death of you.

I ran into the ground,
It was salt in the wound,
I died inside in utter silence,
Took up a razor just to try this,

My heart stopped when I saw your eyes,
Could it be you or just a disguise?
I tore apart myself,
Until there was just nothing left.

You left a hole where my heart should be,
You ripped the world away from me,
I have to deal with this change,
Even though it feels so strange,
I write this in my bed,
Just to point out the fact that you're dead.

I want to dig a trench six by two,
I want to stop and bury you,
I want to spend time with what remains,
I want to bury you to save my rotting brains,
I just want closure,
Now that its all over.
I want to feel your heartbeat with my hand,
Oh the splendor would be grand,
Your body inspires inquisite,
Your life was exquisite.
Then there was your death,
It took away my breath.
But I have to leave the life I knew,
And take some lies for true,
I must leave you behind,
And clear you out of my mind.
I must cleanse my soul,
And take control,
And forget the light that was you,
But all I want is to hold you.