there's a voice in my head telling me why i should hate you
but i hate myself instead.
there's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
i guess it's wrong to live life.
so wipe it clean.
the scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
i guess thats what i should get for crawling back at your feet.
and now i'm feeling so down that there's no man above
and no mercy for a soul that's just way too fucked up.
there's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
now theres nothing left of me but empty bottles of pills and bacardi.
leave me here in time.