I've learned one truth the hardest way,
It's harsh, I will admit:
Good girls, they never go to Hell,
They live in it.

You said we're gonna be just fine,
And fooled me once again

I took a knife you've stabbed me with
and killed a million men.
Amen.

And when I'm gone,
Cremate my soul,
Mix my ashes with *******,
So for once,
in this lifetime,
I'll be better than Cobain.

Camus says "there's no sense in living,
And you should keep your eyes wide open"
But I'll devote my life to writing
and people, beautifully broken.

And if you shoot me in the heart
And in my blood I'll lie, I'll lie,
Then even there I'll find my art:
"It's such a pretty way to die!"

I was impressed by your coldness,
and your sick little jokes.
I told devil about you.
he went out for a smoke.

The reason of my
endless sadness
And why my soul's
worn to the bone -
'Cause
all I loved, I loved so reckless,
'Cause
all I loved, I loved alone...

You ain't the blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.

Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."

Nobody cried. Nobody cared.
A couple of eyes were in despair.
And on the tombstone, it was inscribed:
"Committed social suicide".

Sometimes it seems like my heart is rotten,
it can't feel anything but the pain,
and I can't touch it, 'cause wounds are open...
I am my calm and my hurricane.

Sometimes I think I've concurred the monster.
But then, again, the image starts clouding.
They say human body is 60% water...
Well, that explains why it feels like I'm drowning.

I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...

When You read through the lines,
And wipe off all the magic,
You will know -

just like life,
Love's supposed to be tragic.

I'm so tired of this endless
                                                       duel
that is tearing my soul apart
And that's how I know -
God is                                           cruel
for He gave me                              a heart
in a world full of                       eyes

Maybe I like putting things on fire.
Maybe that's the way I am.
Maybe I've always been a liar
saying I don't give a ****.
Maybe your eyes are my torment,
maybe I can't commit.
Maybe my mind is a storm, and
maybe it can't be fixed...