If you have to ask, "Why me?"
When you're feeling really blue.
When the world has turned against you
And you don't know what to do.
When it pours colossal raindrops
And the road's a winding mess.
And you're feeling more confused
Than you could ever express.

When the saddened sun won't shine
When the stars never align.
When you'd rather be
Hanging by your neck on a tree.

Why should I apologize for the monster i've become?
They never apologized for making me this way.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the Roses have wilted,
And the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty,
And my wrists are stained red.

You are the air that I breathe.
You are my blanket when i'm cold.
You are the shield that protects me
And i've given everything for you.
But one day you left me.
Now i'm without a clue.
It hurts me so much that it kills me slowly.

You don't need a map
To reach someone you love.
Just follow your heart,
And it will take you to them.

You know you really love someone
When you're not mad at them
For breaking your heart.

I defended you to them
I told them you were different
That you wouldn't hurt me ever again
You made a fool out of me

If you always try your best
Then you'll never have to wonder
What you could have done
If you'd summoned all your thunder.

And if your best
Was not as good
As you'd hoped it would be,
You could still say,
"I gave today
All that I had in me."

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be

Roses are red,
Violets are ugly,
I'll **** myself
If you don't love me

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I just want to pull
Your skin open and crawl inside of you.

Did you do it on a dare?