Cheap therapy at 4am.
I wanted to stab you in person, but it looks like this is all I'll get. An angry page of inadequate words bleeding through with regret. Wanted to rip you open just to make you realize this mind body and soul isn't completely empty. So I guess that's my thesis:
I can prove to you I can be ruthless and lewd if you let me.
I wanted to make you break, make you cry, make you realize you've got no heart. This pen is the closest thing I had to something sharp. I would have rather had the sword, but with a sword you'd only be dead. What am I gonna do with this pen? Draw X's on your eyes by dotting mine, and force this into your head: there's more to me than there is to you. It's cocky and straight forward but there's no doubt that it's true. So I smile sometimes, do nice things without reason. So I match now and then and I make use of my weekends. How in gods name does that mean I don't think? So yeah, my favorite color happens to be pink, I still only dream in black and white and red. The mastermind killer's always the ditzy one instead. I'm a free for all of methanol and chloroformate- presented as a candle waiting to be lit on your birthday cake. Whoever said it's in the eye of the beholder wasn't the one holding onto them tight- no matter what there's still a truth, to every wrong there's a right. Well I haven't been making very good use of this pen... so let's get that started- ejoying it relentlessly and completely cold hearted. Scripted "what makes you sin?" cuts your skin from nave to chin. "what turned your heart into burning coal" rips it right out and freezes it cold. "what makes you hate?" makes you bring back the methanol and chloraformate to your new open wound. "how do you know how to steal love from the room?" "where does your pulse come from when you've run yourself dry?" "how come you hate where you live but you don't want to die?" "What good is your life if you're never alive?" They all create their own pain as the stiches are placed. With the wound stapled and closed up tight, I hope you rethink what it meant to you to "fight the good fight". Your heart just an empty aching space, your insides with the chemical burning. I told you I can be ruthless and lewd and you will die learning.
I can prove to you I can be ruthless and lewd if you let me.
I wanted to make you break, make you cry, make you realize you've got no heart. This pen is the closest thing I had to something sharp. I would have rather had the sword, but with a sword you'd only be dead. What am I gonna do with this pen? Draw X's on your eyes by dotting mine, and force this into your head: there's more to me than there is to you. It's cocky and straight forward but there's no doubt that it's true. So I smile sometimes, do nice things without reason. So I match now and then and I make use of my weekends. How in gods name does that mean I don't think? So yeah, my favorite color happens to be pink, I still only dream in black and white and red. The mastermind killer's always the ditzy one instead. I'm a free for all of methanol and chloroformate- presented as a candle waiting to be lit on your birthday cake. Whoever said it's in the eye of the beholder wasn't the one holding onto them tight- no matter what there's still a truth, to every wrong there's a right. Well I haven't been making very good use of this pen... so let's get that started- ejoying it relentlessly and completely cold hearted. Scripted "what makes you sin?" cuts your skin from nave to chin. "what turned your heart into burning coal" rips it right out and freezes it cold. "what makes you hate?" makes you bring back the methanol and chloraformate to your new open wound. "how do you know how to steal love from the room?" "where does your pulse come from when you've run yourself dry?" "how come you hate where you live but you don't want to die?" "What good is your life if you're never alive?" They all create their own pain as the stiches are placed. With the wound stapled and closed up tight, I hope you rethink what it meant to you to "fight the good fight". Your heart just an empty aching space, your insides with the chemical burning. I told you I can be ruthless and lewd and you will die learning.