Them or no one you tell yourself
Right Its only a couple of nights in hell
Sourounded by the ones you love but they only cause suffering
they become the thing that distinct you from all the girl, what create a differing
An attack on the senses, denses up your head,
Believe all the lies that your mother said
That you will never be the same so why try for a mark you will never hit
To be different, not the same, especially with out a ****
So sure its a good day in your personal hell, sourounded by your favourite feind, but dont worry its  not a deadly ****, after you surivive this your **** will be cleaned