hell is my favorite place to be
at least here they accept me
tired of bleeding all over the floor
I don't feel wanted anymore


all I do is scream and shout
I'm just asking for some help
how can anyone show up
if they're never around?

all I ever hear is silence
my heartbeats slightly
my memories so fondly
fading away


if you're never around
who am I to call?
whose gonna answer the phone?
before I pass...

"tf out"....