Match off Burn the cigarettes Read my eyes, tell me my regrets ****, I got depression I got ******* passions My mother was asking, I'm a burning mess I'm a disaster Don't you dare lay a hand on her unless you ask her I hate all these cowards These addicts This magic I hate all the pillagers Who destroy my villagers I hate the rapists, and abusers and catcallers Cause when I get my hands on you You're gonna be running and falling Off of the edge of your world Don't think you'll get away with it You ******* idiot. AHEM Sorry, I got carried away there, Hey Mr. Internet, Thank you, You saved my life in February, yea Thank you, Because of the internet I got an audience, To hear the stupid **** I wrote down In class on a sticky note with my red pen Thank you, Because of the internet I got a bunch a friends But because of the internet I got a bunch of mood swings And I'm losing grasp of things **** the internet I love the internet I love this girl I'm talking to, through A screen But is that real love? Because we only know each other's words and not our voice But is that really a choice, Man, I'm ****** up. It's ****** up because like You get so lost in someone That the only way to get out Is to just, Delete them Because you can't really delete people from real life But you can And it's ******* horrible