Silverstein, Linkin Park, and Drop Dead Gorgeous
Bands that turn my blood to sludge
It moves like molasses through my veins
Slow and painful
My heart bursts from the build up
Lyrics that speak in a spell
Curse my soul and pierce my eyes with tears
Sickening my rotting guts
Clever perfect words
I wish I could say these words
When I'm stuck in situations similar
These songs tell the story of my life so clearly
Explanations from random places
To tell the world I must
But I remain expressionless
No need to cause unwanted attraction
Wishes of disappearing over take my dreams
Little specs of repair filter through my thoughts
And yet I still have no proper plans
I get crazy ideas and pray that they work in my favor
Hope to God that something comes of it