Your words stab me
Killing me over and over again.
Why do I still give in?
Why do I still love you?

Do you love me?
Sure you do.
I'm lying, aren't I?
No, I'm not.
Of course not.

All those nights alone
don't mean a thing.
All those beer bottles
In the refrigerator
That are gone the next morning
Are worthless.
I have nothing to worry about.


*...I can't lie to myself anymore. It hurts too much.

We came here to laugh and cry
and hold ourselves.
Hold ourselves to ourselves so we
can see ourselves.
We came here to sleep a deep, sleep and get
away from ourselves.
We came here to eat and dream; dream
about ourselves.
We didn't come "here;" we
came to ourselves.

We came here to cry.
Those long nights where no one
cares or drops by.

We came here to laugh
until tears run down our face.
We wanna cry.

We came here to say goodbye.
Say goodbye to ourselves;
our "old" selves.

The new you shines like a suit of white armor.
For the low, low price of the rest of your
life. OH!

We just wanna be ourselves.

Hug, kiss and stroke ourselves.
We were born this way.
We were bred this way.
We like how it tastes.

We came here because we know it all.
Show it all to ourselves;
Show it off to everyone else.

But we are mature.
We are not children anymore.
We came here to grow up on ourselves.

But these floors are all wet. (CAUTION!)
We should watch the signs; study the signs.
We came here to wreck ourselves.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
The bright, white visage has faded to grey,
as seen on T.V. sigh

We always were ourselves.

That's why we came...
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here

let's lay in my bed and
talk about the end of the world and
how much I hate my mom and
how much you hate your hair and
pretend we don't have to figure out what to make this

It feels like chaos
Rolling through my veins
Torn between love and hate
Memories crash the senses

What to do now?
How do you live a life un-lived
How do you move on
not regret, not desire
Wishing for a do-over

Time passes looking for relief
Fleeting moments of memory loss
Life continues In motions of happiness

The pain, the loss, the desire and obsession
It's not about him
Missing a love that was a facade
So fooled and so amazing.

Okay I liked this boy.
He was the best boy I had ever liked.
But he broke my heart this morning.
In the morning I hope I will forget him.
Forgetting him is the hardest thing to do ever.
I wish I had someone to heal me.
Can u hear me can u feel me.
I'm screaming for help.