May 11th, 2006


I lossed it for real, I came THIS close to poppin pills
and overdose, but after a while I chose to stop and chill
I'm sick of bitchin, welts in my wrist won't help or fix it
next time I go to hell to visit, someone else is finished
if I can kill myself, than I can take away a life
with either choice I have no time or space make it right
it must be in your genes to be able to keep a promise
well lets see... they expect me to think they speech is honest
and ignore the deciet and comments that contradict it
constantly, but now you gotta learn to be optomistic
the magic of love is there, but subtracted the buzz
its like im an attict of something as drastic as drugs
it might get sad, with your life's end inside the bag
but you have to learn to love the good and like the bad
just to cope cause now I'm comin' close to everything
gettin rid of these hopes'll give me a stroke at 17
I would, block everybody, give em a note to let me be
they'll hope i'm dead, but I should go ghost for several weeks
will the other gender even remember my name?
after december? after a second or minute or day?
I guess fake emotion could explain most of this
cause quote love quote, seems like a mind game showin it
I shouldn't let her sense my moods, like I meant to do
before cause now I'm in the shoes, that most women use
the more I show the way I feel, I see a lack of caring
and she flirts too, with boys and girls I guess im back to sharing
I notice my faults, and know I'm overly pickey.....
I sware to god I'm needy, but she supposed to be with me
we lasted some months, I guess I'm askin too much
now I just wanna know how long before I have to shoot up