DyingI'm dying.And you don't even care.You're a liar and a thief, and I have to fight alone. I know the real world, and I know my world, and to me, they're both going to end. Sometimes I think I'm just one of those people who won't ever find anyone, but it makes sense. Why would I have a soul mate if I'm just going to die soon?I keep dreaming about it. And you don't even care. Sometimes I think death is the only way to make people see. The dreams, though, right? Car crashes. Cancer. Something always gets me. How sad. And I can never seem to remember dying. In the visions, I'm already dead.and I lay there, alone, in the darkness, staring at my hands in front of my face.they fall onto my forehead and I sob.i'll never turn nineteen.
Burningdo you love me?there's nothing left for you to say. mostly because you fell asleep. maybe because we're all playing pretend. we're idiots, you know, the whole hand of us.i'm sick ofgames.actually, i'm sick of everything.my head is starting to spin without me having to take a pill. my eyes get heavy when i haven't had a drink. am i becoming what i want to, now? am i going to start getting dizzy and tasting colors?i'm lost.i deserve to die.because let me tell you a secret.i am a bad persondisguisedas a good person.that's what everyone is, my dearthat's what everyoneis.i got invited into burning bridges, and i said yeah, i can play some drums for you, but you have to let me be your beat first. and they said okay and i said i just wanted to become famous so i wouldn't have to have a real life.so that's what i'm going to do.and you don't have to worry, because i deserveto hide.
Liar Liarand when your time comes to die, i hope you weep and remember me for the monster that i was.i'm scottish and irish. i'm born to hold a grudge and drink you under the table, i'm born to run away and also to love being free and the hills and the valleys and the mountains, i'm born to love those too.and i dyed my hair red and i smoke cigarettes, but only when i'm sad.space is really cold, but i think that's where i'm supposed to be. i can't imagine living here anymore, with these stupid people and their stupid structures and their stupid wants and stupid needs and stupid hate for all things and stupid love. stupid things i can't understand.so i'm gonna float away.up, up, up,past the hills and mountains and past the sky with it's clouds that might weep for me, and that's when the atmosphere will turn me into smoke and dust and shoot me into another universe, where i can make music with the stars,get it?the only problem with that is i guess i won't have my skinso i guess i'll stay