Can't explain, your lack of concern
Shallow mind in the shallow gutter
With all the other dark souls warm from their own light
They scare you; you can't help but lock the door and overheat
Keep yourself away from these ugly people
So you can only lose it on yourself
I'm your Quasimodo dancing on stage with no music
Because I'm the music and it makes us all sick
With all their behavioral token  and superior thoughts
You smile hatefully and spit in their eyes
You walk so high and you think of yourself
You think you're a prophet to everyone's problems
You are comic relief but you are not pain relief
I'm a problem to everyone and most especially you
I'm a ******* and I want you to know that
And that I'm always your low-life Apocrypha
Also know that suicide is the hardest place
for the living and breathing
And that sinners laugh below in a Heaven without actors
Because they know how hard they try
No you don't
So they perish
They don't ask for help
I waste everyday I try with myself
I give all my energy for you
You tell me who I am like I am
your holy bible
You're pathetic

Everyone notices how you've grown your hair
And you think you're hanging them up
But you're turning them down

No one listens to you
So you have to yell
And so you dwell

You can't seem to get out of bed
So you cry for him in your sleep
He's still in your head
Like the electric current
They had treated you  

You think asleep of tranquilizer
You decline your mother's breakfast
You turn everyone down
You can't seem to rest
You can't seem to rest

Remember when we used to play-fight on your same kitchen floor as mine
My little empath, I am so deeply sorry

I was your cruel filter which made me go blind, and to not realize how much further pain I had brought to you, I did not mind

You will always be mine, my beautiful empath
Your hair so much sunnier but your soul darkened from my distance
Your restless, enticed passion which breathes heavily in your eyes, I beg to return

If only I had listened to your beautiful cries, my sweet empath
We may have had another chance to find our young hearts again

When I drove through the city tonight I noticed how quickly I felt alone

The gift for you was my only passenger, for you did not take it, since I never saw what you have shown

Back and forth back and forth, my ****-ups, terrible choking you to death as I cry while I eat my food

The sweater choking my neck is the last thing to tell me to be good

Please take me back to the flying saucer, the gloomy pine bar not-so far, the afternoon afterschool naps groggy with young happy love