deadpie
December 23rd, 2009, 01:31 AM
I find myself in and out of this town of hell
I'm just green notebooks lying on a shelf
I'll keep stabbing myself
Until I find away to get rid
Of all my baggage of the past and shit
I have a familiar look of cuts on my stomach
To hide the fucking shame
I said, "Their is no vicodin left."
Nobody sitting in my bed
All of my good friends are dead
I've got some voices in my head
This is as lonely as it gets
This nod could last forever
Two lines of H and everythings better
A life so holy, it's so full of shit
My problems are too much to forget
If I keep them longer
It'll only make my anger stronger
My Life is suicide thrills
Jesus' face of ecstasy pills
I'm just green notebooks lying on a shelf
I'll keep stabbing myself
Until I find away to get rid
Of all my baggage of the past and shit
I have a familiar look of cuts on my stomach
To hide the fucking shame
I said, "Their is no vicodin left."
Nobody sitting in my bed
All of my good friends are dead
I've got some voices in my head
This is as lonely as it gets
This nod could last forever
Two lines of H and everythings better
A life so holy, it's so full of shit
My problems are too much to forget
If I keep them longer
It'll only make my anger stronger
My Life is suicide thrills
Jesus' face of ecstasy pills