Even when being stabbed I didn't run for my life until you screamed at me, angry that my back broke your knife

Now there’s something deep inside me that's broken and if you shake me too hard It might slice me up from the inside out

I need a place to break bottles and a handbook to make it look like I wasn't just crying

When I'm with you I want to be on an airplane so I can use the oxygen mask to keep from losing my breathe

Everyone I used to know has either forgotten that I used to smile or is not in my life because I can’t hold that smile up for them

I want to bottle and sell the feeling I get when I look into a pretty girl's eyes and realize I'll do whatever she asks of me

Because I keep telling myself I’ve seen it all, my eyes are closed to the things I haven’t yet seen

The people around me are very supportive and interesting which would be cool if I didn’t want to be dead always