There's nothing more to hide as I slip into oblivion once again. No less than paranoid when I know, I know my numbers up for my sins. Cut myself to stop
Another night you wait alone; restless frustration You haven't spoke since yesterday, now what have you done? She doesn't feel right. She wants to be
You say that you want some more Save your breath you won't get anywhere Talkin to yourself you know you're a numbered casualty You're climbing high but
In this wasted Episode, what the hell am I still doing here, growing up? It's a landmark of much depravity Sixteen without a purpose in life. A smoking
Hey Girl It's a pity that you went this way So full of doubt and the chemicals they filled you with You sacrificed with the vices that preyed on your
