i don’t want to write anything i wan to lay in bed and do nothing some words creep into my head i write some down i don't need to treat you anymore or any less i moved to los angeles and shattered my view i forgot my childhood a few years after that saturdays mowing the lawn and i missed a blade of grass and it all came down to the sound of 12 screams i learned not to make any sounds alone is better i am the worst case in town i watched people from afar it feels like a play for an audience of one the meaning of pain getting the **** beat out of you made me want to learn to type books are the only voices that taught me where i could go i can’t feel that way any more i'll keep writing