Minutes to hours,
Hours to days,
Pathetic decay,
My skin I flay,
Just to make pay,
On this bed I lay,
As a sinner, as a stray.

Days to weeks,
Weeks turn months,
I'm done trying to rhyme,
I'm so tired of this sick mind,
Nothing ever feels like it's mine,
I'm a coward hiding under the sheets,
Monsters come and sit with me on my bed,
Watching as I sink further into a tantalizing plan.

Pathetic boy,
Skin I destroy,
Faking joy,
This is my ploy,
As a sinner, as a void.

There's a place by the ocean,
On the east coast
Where all the naughty children go,
They got coal in their stockings,
And when they go, they’re cured,
At night, in the dead of your sleep,
It'll be a nightmare but you're wide awake,
You'll realize only in the morning that you've lost,
Every sense of who you were, down the drain,
As they watch you shower with smiles,
Promising that your sins will be washed away.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.

Never be alone again,
No, cause they'll watch you sleep,
They love it when you take a misstep,
Cause god they love to see you cry,
Absolute dunce, a waste of a human,
Deserving of nothing but the worst,
And like the phoenix you will rise from the dust,
As a new upstanding citizen,
We'll keep you here as long as we can.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.

Take some time in the ring,
Swing it out, bully,
Take each one of them down,
Till you've lost feeling in your fingers,
And your eyes are swollen and bruised,
Everyone hates you, you're obscene,
Disgusting teen,
Disgusting, ugly teen.
The bully never wins.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.
Some time in the ring, will do you good.

There's a stale little flavor in the air, now,
I've been learning about how life's not fair,
My gender's been a debate for a while,
And my voice just keeps giving out.

Nobody's able to,
Nobody's able to,
Decipher body blues,
Decipher body blues.

Purple pools with floating jewels,
A merciful Goddess on a throne,
Bountiful treasure in the water,
Do you dare to tread inside it?

Remedy me,
I'm ready,
The tide is steady,
Remedy me.

Electric blue birds flew,
To the east towards the hues,
A redemption just to rule,
You'll rue the day you let Her die too.

Remedy me,
I'm ready,
The tide is steady,
Remedy me.

Pink sheets on ****** beds,
Walls are painted with reds,
Satin duvets are all shed,
She loves to dance with the dead.

Remedy me,
Remedy me,
Remedy me,
I'm ready.

You remember, I'm sure,
Our nights, outside,
On the bridge, it's cold,
Your nose is red, I'll be bold.

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.

Your parents, hate me,
In your room, silently,
Watching movies, you're lovely,
Hold you close, end scene.

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.

Oh how I miss,
How I miss,
Do you miss,
As much as I miss,
Our jaunts on the lake,
Time together on spring break,
Oh how I miss,
How I miss,
Do you miss,
As much as I miss?

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love,
Oh I miss our love,
Oh I miss our love.

Sideways for the attention,
Lengthwise for the results,
Thank you Marilyn Manson,
I'll remember that for next time.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

Look at all these notes,
Of nights passed on,
Maybe I wasn't numb enough,
Or my blade sharp enough.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

You told me that I,
Was doing it to pretend,
To manipulate and lie,
So that I could get attention,
Well I'll turn my blade,
And then you'll understand.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

Leftover screws,
Congregate at pews,
Mourn for my death,
I sliced up my own neck,
Bleeding out on the floor,
I hope you open the door.