Right from the dungeons of summer
I'm a product of your betrayal
And the me you know died
Never again to be revived
For in this world of crime
I've come into my own
Learned the way of the streets
And all of its weirdos and creeps
At least to me they don't lie
But I'll be shot dead
And be remembered as a chalk outline
Before you ever hear me apologize.

You always find a way
to slip between my fingers

I am a serial killer of pure inhibitions
Innocence of blind minds are my trophy's
I left you all to die
And lived long enough to see myself become the villain
It was cruel
To force maturity upon happy children
And nobody will ever know how Evil I really am

What keeps me up this late is not a dream.

I wake up each day
And listen to my brain say
what did I do to make it all go away

My only crime is caring for you too much
And for that my heart makes me pay.
We laughed at all the cliches. You were gonna be my best friend forever.

Unfortunately I let myself believe once again, that it was you and me until the end.

I guess it's time to pretend.
Like I don't care
But even with the few memories we share.
That wouldn't be fair.
And so I don't dare

I don't need big words or an overpowered intellect to get my point across. That your the reason my favorite quote's
hope's for presidents And dreams are for people who are sleeping

And now I understand why the grim reaper Is still reaping.

I pulled to hard and still all I have to say is
Nothing

Dance me a song dreck thinker.
Let the ocean wash away your thoughts of rain.
Understand scars are forever but so are diamonds.
And every night you'll dream again.
You'll never comprehend the dark  like the moon
Or the light like the sun.
Learn that only Monty python knows the meaning of life, and where the holy grail is.
So stop searching and just appreciate uncertainty.
Then sing me a dream because I'm tired of screamed night terrors.

A sunny place for shady people.