and i could’ve been anything
next fall, won't be here
bleed red, four doors in the hall
but i met four ghosts in the room
and i could’ve been there
dead girl, my soul is amiss
flushed skin, x type of a kiss
rather hate you
than face the abyss
i place blame for this ****
rather be dead, dull blades on my wrist
you're ******* with my head
get dead, that’s the gist
you can see it on me, i'm ******
lost in the mist, mouth full of ****
pick a daffodilly, so pretty at this
at the rope, then he jumped
said all he needed was a brick?