caught up in stupidity of who are yous and why are you heres
cringe to cry cold on the floor my stories are always told
they are not locked away in secret codes the fan club clamors for more but they are a mystery to me
if the gifts are received and accepted as it safe to assume the favors are returned? i will finally know my place; i have nothing else to go on
if i could, i swear i would give a little something extra for the trouble some have said that i've done more than enough
give me just a few days more the numbers have be chosen on purpose i've never held fast to tradition though it always was my dream but why should i start now why should it start now
isn't it my right? reverse the negative read the caption
i should stop writing down my sins and giving them names
planning the escape the words, they lied again the stars breed false premonitions i'll be dying from their fall screaming