Look at me baby I'm crying I'm shaking
I'm losing my mind like your losing your patience
I'm too high to do what we do in
my basement, I said it, I'll say it again I cant take it!
You wanna hang but i'm too sick, insane,
and depressed to lock lips in the back of your Buick,
but please understand I'm a man not a new ****

how can I sleep in this house when my mind is running over the speed limit
lifes a game of chicken and my brakes have been cut, now im stuck in this vortex kinesis
the sight of you makes me dizzy,
the thought of you makes me anxious,
and the sound of your voice could very well **** me.

I've lost sight of this picture I once knew.
covering a hole in the wall that I
hung it to.
It was a painting of a 2-way mirror and on the other side
was you.
And in my gut I had this feeling
twisting my insides.
That you had the same picture but kept it hidden
this whole time.
And i've learned to write you letters with my eyes closed
a daily routine of which i've grown
accustomed to.
Never knowing if your eyes will see them, or keep rolling like the dice
i shoot
we played for keeps.
I hid in my room for days and weeks
waiting for your attention...but a promise you couldn't keep.
I told you I wouldn't leave, but you never came in the first place.
It hurts to not hear your voice on my worst day,
Friday the 13th, my birthday.

I've lost sight of this picture I once knew.
covering a hole in the wall that I
hung it to.
It was a painting of a 2-way mirror and on the other side
was you.
And in my gut I had this feeling
twisting my insides.
That you had the same picture but kept it hidden
this whole time.
And i've learned to write you letters with my eyes closed
a daily routine of which i've grown
accustomed to.
Never knowing if your eyes will see them, or keep rolling like the dice
i shoot
we played for keeps.
I hid in my room for days and weeks
waiting for your attention...but a promise you couldn't keep.
I told you I wouldn't leave, but you never came in the first place.
It hurts to not hear your voice on my worst day,
Friday the 13th, my birthday.

As my last cigarette burns faster then normal
I space out
my legs shake
As if I've fell asleep i see your face it burns
like smoke in my eyes that keep me awake
And now I'm used to never sleeping,
Go to school and feel so weak from
all the milk i had to steal from
neighbors so I could eat cuz I was starving.
My bones ache from the cold feeling you left me....when you left these Roaches I call emotions crawling around my room clouding my focus
I could drown them in flowers mixed with powerful potions.
They say it wont solve all my problems but i'm just hopin