As a defense I'm neutered and spayed, What the hell am I trying to say?
why does life have to suck so much? okay so i have frickin slits, cuts, lacerations... you name it, i got it on my body. it's not like i want this to happen. it's not like i mean for this to happen. it's not like i do this on purpose. it's a habit. and sometimes i can hold myself back. other times i can't. and i know people yell at me for doing it, but i don't really give a flying frick anymore. so i cry my eyes out, not wanting to live life at all. so i rake my fingernails down my face, the tears stinging the raised marks... i take a pair of scissors and i drag it across random parts of my body, absentmindedly telling myself to bleed. as i wait for the little droplets of blood to trickle out, i trace over the cut repeatedly. then i throw my pair of scissors across the room and turn on some Nirvana... God what a good coping tactic... to turn on Nirvana... Kurt Cobain is a God... A frickin grunge rock god... COURTNEY LOVE KILLED HIM!
ON A PLAIN
*i'll start this off, without any words, i got so high, i scratched till i bled, love my self, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, the finest day, i've ever had, is when i learn to cry on command, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain, my mother died, every night, it's safe to say don't quote me on that, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, the black sheep got blackmailed again, forgot to put on the zip code, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain, somewhere i have heard this before, in a dream my memory stored, as a defense i'm neutered and spayed, what the hell am i trying to say?, and now it's time, to make it unclear, to write off lines, that don't make sense, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong but what should i do, one more special message to go, and then i'm done, i can go home, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain...*
ON A PLAIN
*i'll start this off, without any words, i got so high, i scratched till i bled, love my self, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, the finest day, i've ever had, is when i learn to cry on command, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain, my mother died, every night, it's safe to say don't quote me on that, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, the black sheep got blackmailed again, forgot to put on the zip code, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain, somewhere i have heard this before, in a dream my memory stored, as a defense i'm neutered and spayed, what the hell am i trying to say?, and now it's time, to make it unclear, to write off lines, that don't make sense, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong but what should i do, one more special message to go, and then i'm done, i can go home, love myself, better than you, i know it's wrong, but what should i do, i'm on a plain, i can't complain...*