Crazy little things, crazy little cuts.
The voice in my head tells me its a must.
Staying alive is driving me fckng nuts.

Hate myself and all the people in the world.
The emotions trapped in my mind are hurled.
The vision of wisdom has been blurred.

If I could ask you to **** me, would you?
Loving me with hatred its what I want you to do.
Strangle my thoughts until my lips turn blue.

No more love, no more life, just stains of me.
Blame my suicide on the sole fact it was curiosity.
Its your own fault you didn't set me free.

The conclusion is you never really understood.
The evil in me was actually meant to be good.
Living, this I am aware that I should.

To late now forever frozen in space and time.
Meeting in the afterlife we can finally unwind.
Even though I am gone you will always be mine.