YOU ARE EVERY BAD THING IVE EVER LOVED.
YOU ARE THE COKE I FIRST SNORTED AT A PARTY.
YOU ARE THE BUD I SMOKED THAT GOT ME ****** AND MADE ME REALIZE I WANTED TO DIE.
YOU ARE THE XANIES I TOOK AT SCHOOL TO NUMB MYSELF FROM MY DEPRESSION.
YOU ARE THE ADERALL IN MY SYSTEM I TOOK TO STAY AWAKE FROM SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
YOU ARE THE ACID TABS I TOOK BECAUSE I WANTED TO FIND OUT WHO I WAS.


I STILL LOVE YOU
BUT
I DONT GO TO THOSE PARTIES ANYMORE.
I NO LONGER WANT TO DIE.
I NOW CONTROL MY DEPRESSION.
I CAN SLEEP WITH OUT SEEING THAT CONSTANT GOD ****** DREAM.
I KNOW WHO I AM.

i was never into all that crazy ****
or going back just to take a hit
let's give it up for the kids that are lonely
the ones that are scared
real friends so uncommon
so fake i'm convinced they're mass produced
currently trying to find my way out
partying on a weekday
i don't care if i get laid, or laid off
i'm finally breaking out of my shell
xanies with the girls in the bathroom
lines of that powder
and they say it's all right, harmless.
it's all harmless.

Is it true?
There's only one soulmate?
I hope it isn't
I pray to everything

Because if there's only one
only one
that one
she's gone
don't misunderstand
she's alive
but she's gone

I thought soulmates were meant though
why was she my soulmate?
She didn't feel the same way
I should have went after
but I'm sick of the chase

I think i'll just lie here
comforted in darkness
writing crazy little things
until I hit some sort of
stupid
*******
epiphany

oh, wait, I have some xanies
woopee