i have a wall of the things you said, it sits and it rots above my bed, and it sits and it waits and it turns to dust, 'cause you said it was love when it was only lust.
I take a pill Every night Before bed And it keeps away The panic The compulsions The stress The perfectionism The drive The desire for excellence The 4.0 student Everything that was Killing me And Creating me So, now I have to decide Is it worth it?
I don't want to feel like that, but now I've lost what made me special...
I either have to return to who I was or move forward as someone else...
I seek nothing, But security Yet all that I'm bearing, Was pure cruelty. Deceived by you, I was torn, Light shine through, A tragedy was born. All hail to the one, Tear me, break me apart, All hail to the one, Make me a suicide art.