Everything's my fault.
All right is wrong.
I curl and cry.
She'll just standby.
A blood ******* ell.
She dosen't care how i feel.
Tomorrows today.
Im all grey.

She's the tumor that eats me up.
Her scissor fingers cut my hope.
She's the bandade, that hides it away.
Maybe im giving up.
Maybe im gonna.