I've been up all night
It's morning and my eyes are burning
I look in the mirror
Dark circles caress my eyelids

It's not hard to see you
You're just so ******* annoying
I will chain smoke until my lungs collapse
I will drink until my liver gives way

I have a thought every now and then
I say I miss you
But I almost puke from the taste of such words
This is the end

I am pain
I am sane

My fingertips burn with every new letter
Ring-a-round the Rosie
A pocket full of posies

Get away from me
I hope you burn to ashes
Ashes ashes we all fall down

For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.

And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.

You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.

He said Talking to you makes me feel like such an *******,
and I replied with the fact that I'm not doing anything, maybe it's just you.
If the shoe fits and it looks nice, I'm not telling you to take it off Cinderella.
Don't you have to be somewhere at midnight?
Not trying to be rude, I just don't have the will for this fight.
Just please, please, let it go tonight.

Am I doing the right thing?
Somewhere down the lines got blurred, and I should go home, if I knew where one was, or for that matter anything.

I run my vacuum late at night,
I have no other time I know for others it's not a delight.
I just don't see why it's not socially acceptable,
to understand not all people have the same schedule.

I guess I'm a hoodlum,
just because I sleep all day and work all night.
I'm just a dumb kid, and nothing I will ever do is right.

Truth is I'm so **** tired, and too old for this.
Don't ever let anyone guilt you for a single moment of bliss.

Sometimes people want to be alone, and that's okay.
but in a break up someones always gotta be painted to be the bad guy.
You didn't do anything wrong, but you started it.
You might as well end it.

Who stabs someone only halfway?
Pierce the heart, push that blade in all the way.
Don't be shy now, there's no time to cry.
You know they'll still bleed anyway.

He said Talking to you makes me feel like such an *******,
and I replied with the fact that I'm not doing anything, maybe it's just you.
If the shoe fits and it looks nice, I'm not telling you to take it off Cinderella.
Don't you have to be somewhere at midnight?
Not trying to be rude, I just don't have the will for this fight.
Just please, please, let it go tonight.