We all want to be sane But what is sane it seems like a long game Of torture, you're put in this box that is filled with dought, hate, stress, looking different like sand that shapes to your body that you can't escape
The art of being sane is always to lie You lie till you start to put on stress so you start to eat and cry and then you feel sick and they misdiagnosed you and you are put into this tank of death that you drown yourself in then you cut the hate and depression temporarily till you see me and I see you when we see it all is amazing
Live how you want to die how you want but just but I need your company to hold me tight so that I squeeze to tight till the love that I feel for you Is magnified to the highest level but then I push you away and everyone else till alone with my suicidal thoughts that i can't escape then I slip into the darkness of my thoughts of you but then you push me away too that is why we never speak to each other anymore
Then we meet again down the line of remembrance but you look so different that I bearly remember the sweet girl, I met in junior high that is the love that I lost when I lost you but I do remember those little dimples in your soft cheeks I miss that love I had with my first love of death That is who you are to me now not my love nor my hate