I don't want a kiss.
Just a hug, please
I just want to be held
I need comfort
Can you do that for me?
Could you please?
And I promise, if you do this
Next time, you can have your way

I've made it 4 hours without my iPod
And I'm proud of myself
I haven't spilled blood yet
But you're pushing it darling
Without Metallica to calm me down
Your words take on a new sound
I have no Marylyn Manson right now
So you might want to ******* or bow
I might just break something
On you maybe, or myself
I'm not a violent person see?
So my angers turned inward on me
And the blade becomes my friend again
This dreadful off and on relationship
Drawing me in and spitting me out
And I honestly hate everything about
Everything that the blade touches
Evry thing it represents
But I just can't help it
It's already under my skin
Already a part of me
As I make a new line,
I tell myself just this last time
But we both know,
This blade and me,
We both know
I can't help myself

Another year older,
Should feel special,
Should feel sweet
But instead, it feels like any other day
I wore slightly more comfy clothes
And that's all that marks it
Besides a few close friends
Saying happy birthday to me
The big 18th year of life
Should feel special
Should feel sweet
But instead, it's lost in the monotony
The melancholy of my life
Repetitious routine
The every day pattern of my days
As they drag on, ever so slowly
Losing me in the monotonous melancholy
Should be special
Should be sweet
But instead, it's just me

You try to reach me,
But I'm too far gone
And you're not the only one
To try and save me
To get me out of the rain
But I'm drowning in my pain
And there's nothing you can do
Nothing anyone can say
To make want to come in today
I'm just a drifter
I'm already done
I gave up on chasing the sun
I'm grown up now
And the dreams are gone
The illusions that made me carry on,
I've given up hope
And really, so should you
Because there's nothing you can do
To make me want to stay
I'm not coming in today
Please just let me play
In the soft rain

She was a concrete angel
In a darkened valley
And he, was the freezing rain
Seeping into her smallest pores
Before freezing, expanding
Breaking her at the seems
Bits of stone, falling away
Shattering at her feet,
Rolling deeper into the valley
She watched them fall,
Saddened by their decent
Continuously eroded away
As he poured over her  
Never ceasing, never warming
She shrinks into her stone tomb
Encased in the safety of her angel shell
Away from the freezing cold
His constant pitter patter
Raindrops echoing around her
Slowly, slowly, it becomes comforting
Slowly, slowly, he begins to feel her warmth
Slowly, slowly, the stone chips away
Slowly, slowly, they are exposed to eachother
For the first time, she sees the sunlight
Beyond her stone tomb
But he? he never warmed
And she? She was still left out in the cold
Remembering the safety of her concrete shell
And the constant sound of the pitter patter
From before, when she thought he would warm

What do you mean by
can I come over?
No, no! I told you I'm finished.
I refuse to be your backup
I'm not a ******* fall girl
And I'll be ****** if I'm a call girl
Where's your little girlfriend?
She's the one you should text
When it's 12:37 at night
With messages like
*can I come over?

I just don't subscribe to your logic
Unless it makes sense to me, too
I'm not going to do what you say
Unless you provide a valid reason
It's not that I want to disobey
It's that I was never given a reason to obey
I have no incentive to listen to you
Nothing to make me think you're right
I'm not a fan of wasting my time
Which you seem to love to do
Which makes sense because it's my time,
Not your own that you're wasting away
I want to get out of this hamster wheel
But you're busy super gluing my feet to the spokes
Not only trapping me here,
But impairing my efficiency too