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.
ScrewballRunning in circles really isnt fun.At least thats what you tell me.Maybe I should take your advice for once, but Ill still be a reckless mess of a person.You said she wasnt right, and that the other one was the better choice.Whatever I said simply,It isnt upTo meWhen, really, it was.Or
I think it was. Sometimes I dont think properly.Thats why you laugh at me over the phone.Were friends, obviously.Im just a bit of a screwball.