Dimming dagger in my heart, they peel and tear at my lost and lonely soul.
his plastic smiles and his plastic conversations are just because he wants
to screw me over. why did you even start talking with him again?, did the
evil outsmart the good?. its hard to believe but everyone gets in a ditch
that they have built themselves. your searching for anyone and anything to
point your broken hand at... it twists back and points into your heart.

and all that he wants is to unzip the zipper. and take advantage of you with
his fake muscle. if i could have it my way this loaded gun would be pointed
into his mouth. and i would make him pull the trigger with his eyes closed.

there is no more drugs to numb this feeling anymore. i think they all know
what im talking about, why was he even created?, how could god create such a
mest up being. i swear im holding this in way to long. i need to say
something to you, with my crew behind my back watching closely. "why dont
you go screw your other 30 girls who you have made cry under their covers
late at night, shivering from the thought of your voice and face. i hope
that you melt when you see how messed up your making me and her. i know its
what you want right now, but on the 100th mile you will regret every little
step you took.

 
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