Have you ever had one perfect moment?
You look around and see nothing wrong with what's happening
You forget everything
And enjoy the people around you
Imagine this
My perfect moment
In a car
Darkness consumed the view outside the frosty windows
Yellow streetlights were glowing
Our faces slightly illuminated, by the pale distant moonlight
A loving arm around me
Singing
Screaming at the top of our lungs
Casually sneaking in kisses
Crisp winter air seeping in from the windows
Each strike of the piano in this song brings me one second closer to the end of my jubilant moment
I'm running out of time
This worries me
Once the song is over
Problems will take over my mind once again
Pain will consume my thoughts
I only have a few seconds left of bliss
So I take it in
Five
Slow breath
Four
Look at his perfect smile
Three
We are about to get out of this car
Two
Tender kiss
One
Back into hard reality
But every time I hear that song
I get to be reminded of how it was
How perfect the moment is
How truly happy I can be.

I'm so weak
For I have not eaten for 3 days
I wanted to be lovely for you
I got sick of all the extra skin
93 pounds
This could be much less
I fear I might pass out
I must hold out
As I begin to shake
Or dispose of the food I'll ingest before it makes a difference
I hope you notice I'm trying really hard for you
I hope you still think I'm beautiful
Even if I don't
(AG)

you smoke a pack a day
trying to **** yourself in a less dramatic way
fighting tears
and losing years
your life is bad
i know your sad
i know your down
i know that frown
let me in your mind
ill be kind
ill tidy the mess
your tears will soon be less

YOU FLAUNT YOUR 'SADNESS' LIKE IT WAS A NEW SWEATER
YOU THINK ITS COOL TO BE DEPRESSED
YOU THINK THAT ITS A WAY TO LIVE
A LIFESTYLE TO MAKE FRIENDS,
WELL YOURE RIGHT
ITS QUITE THE STATEMENT
BUT YOU SHOULDNT BE PROUD TO SCAR YOUR BODY
ITS NOT COOL TO SULK IN BLOOD AND TEARS
SO GET OVER YOURSELF AND FIND A NEW HOBBY
MOVE ON TO THE NEXT BOLD TREND

SLICE MY SKIN
WHAT A SIN
WASH THE PAIN AWAY
AND CRY EVERYDAY
BLOOD COVERS MY ARM
FROM THE SELF HARM
RAZOR BLADES
IN A DAZE
MY BODY IS SCARS
AND I HAVE DREAMS WHERE IM RUN OVER BY CARS
I MUST PASS OUT
WITHOUT A DOUBT
THATS THE ONLY WAY I'LL SLEEP
BUT FOR NOW I WEEP
I HAVE SORROW TO LEND
BUT THIS IS MY END

I CAN STILL TRACE EACH AND EVERY SCAR ON MY BODY
EACH ONE REMINDS ME OF A TIME WHERE I WAS SAD AND WEAK AND ALONE
EACH MARK THAT IVE PUNISHED MYSELF WITH SITS ON MY SKIN STILL LINGERING
IM TIRED OF THEM ALL AND IM TIRED OF FEELING UGLY
THEY MAKE ME DISCUSTING
HOW COULD YOU LOVE SOMEONE COVERED IN DEBRIS OF SELF-HATE
BUT ALSO WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT THEM?
THE CONSTANT REMINDER IS SOMETHING I DESERVE

PEOPLE CONSTANTLY TALKING ABOUT ME
I KNOW THE RUMORS SHOULDN'T BOTHER ME
AND I KNOW I SAY THEY DON'T
BUT WHEN EVERYONE CALLS YOU A *****
HOW CAN I NOT BELIEVE THEM
MY MORALS ARE OFF
IVE DONE A LOT IM NOT PROUD OF
IVE WALLOWED IN TEARS OVER YOUR OPINIONS
NO ONES THOUGHTS CAN MAKE YOU
BUT THEY SURE AS HELL CHANGE YOU

remember when love was just a word
and kisses were in movies
remember how we used to flirt
but all the boys had cooties
remember when no one gave a ****
everyone was cool
remember how I thought I liked you
but boy I was a fool
remember the old, empty thoughts
and not to feel that way
remember how to really love
and focus on today
(ag)

I TEND TO FIND MYSELF SHOVING MY BODY IN PLACES THAT ARE WARM
AND CRAVING THEM WHEN THEY'RE NOT AROUND
MAYBE FINDING MYSELF IN A HOT BATH, OCCASIONALLY IN YOUR SWEATER, AND OFTEN IN YOUR ARMS
THE COLD IS THE WORST
SHIVERING AND ALONE
CURLING INTO A BALL SHAKING
TRYING TO GAIN HEAT
GAIN SANITY
GAIN FEELING BACK IN MY TOES, BUT ALSO MY MIND
THE COLD WINTERS BRING OUT THAT COLD PART OF ME
THE ICY PLACE I TEND TO NUZZLE IN A BLANKET AT ANY TIME POSSIBLE
THERE'S A FLIP SIDE TO THAT HEAT THOUGH
BECAUSE SOMETIMES THE ONLY WAY I CAN THINK TO GET WARM IS TO HOLD MY WRISTS OVER AN OPEN FLAME
OR MAYBE SOAK THEM IN MY OWN HOT RED BLOOD
EITHER WAY IM GAINING HIGH TEMPS RIGHT??
IM ONLY DOING WHAT I MUST TO SUPPRESS THE COLD
DON'T LET MY ICY WINDS CUT YOUR CHEEKS AND TURN YOU RED
IF I COULD BUILD YOU A FIRE I WOULD BECAUSE ITS IMPORTANT THAT YOUR HAPPY, IMPORTANT THAT YOUR NO LONGER COLD

lets get drunk
& listen to the greatest music
and laugh and you'll be you and i'll be me
we can snuggle up in the back seat of the car
gaze at the streetlights in the city
or the stars in the country
and make out if you don't mind the burning taste of alcohol on my breath
you can smoke a cig to relax
i mean we wont remember this night
but there will be more right