even if you got down on your knees.
you couldnt make me stay.
im fascinated with injury. i want to see your body snap. i've been bent for so long i wonder when i'll break. i wonder if i'll beat you to it. i'm the best at feeling bad for myself. i cant help but think of myself as a statistic, because thats what i am. im classically hip[orcrite]. i want to drink and drive. i want to crash. i want to feel something. if you give me a working pen i'd go on forever.
i need someone to inject serotonin into my veins. give me a reason to wake up in the morning and do something worthwhile. routine is boring. i used to think i just wanted to sleep. i think i still do. i'm burning all my bridges tonight, pass me the matches some sympathy.
its funny how i reinvent myself every so often, but i always end up being me. i'm talented at breathing. i wish i weren't. i watch the time i keep, waiting for it to pass, so i can do the same thing the next day. i would give anything to feel full.
i am the look on your face on easter morning when you realize your chocolate bunny is hollow. im hollow. im skin and bones. parts of me die everyday. im doing the best i can. im not measuring up. i dont care if i measure up.
i am a deadly disease.
"my body is cracked like porcelain, just like some precious moments collectible"
i hope nobody reads this, you guys will all feign understanding and sympathy, but maybe thats exactly what im looking for.
[if theres any justice in heaven then god wont let me in]
im fascinated with injury. i want to see your body snap. i've been bent for so long i wonder when i'll break. i wonder if i'll beat you to it. i'm the best at feeling bad for myself. i cant help but think of myself as a statistic, because thats what i am. im classically hip[orcrite]. i want to drink and drive. i want to crash. i want to feel something. if you give me a working pen i'd go on forever.
i need someone to inject serotonin into my veins. give me a reason to wake up in the morning and do something worthwhile. routine is boring. i used to think i just wanted to sleep. i think i still do. i'm burning all my bridges tonight, pass me the matches some sympathy.
its funny how i reinvent myself every so often, but i always end up being me. i'm talented at breathing. i wish i weren't. i watch the time i keep, waiting for it to pass, so i can do the same thing the next day. i would give anything to feel full.
i am the look on your face on easter morning when you realize your chocolate bunny is hollow. im hollow. im skin and bones. parts of me die everyday. im doing the best i can. im not measuring up. i dont care if i measure up.
i am a deadly disease.
"my body is cracked like porcelain, just like some precious moments collectible"
i hope nobody reads this, you guys will all feign understanding and sympathy, but maybe thats exactly what im looking for.
[if theres any justice in heaven then god wont let me in]