Maybe it is all a test, ‘cause i feel like I’m the worst, so i always act like I’m the best. If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you. TV taught me how to feel and now real life has no appeal.
It has no appeal. It has no appeal. It has no appeal. It has no a-ppeal.
I know exactly what I want and who I want to be. I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine.
If I could find a way, to see this straight I’d run away..
I think I’m dumb or maybe just happy.
Think I’m just happy.
I’m just sixteen, if you know what I mean, do you mind if I take off my dress?
Every time you smile I wonder why.
Everytime you said you loved me, I…
Every time we touch I break inside.
Call your girlfriend. It’s time you had the talk. Give your reasons. Say it’s not her fault but you just met somebody new. Tell her not to get upset second guessing everything you’ve said and done, and then when she gets upset tell that you never meant to hurt no one. Then you tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again, and it wont make sense right now but you’re still her friend.
And then you let her down easy.
I went to school today, with an Uzi. There’s this kid, he teased me so I shot him in the face. All the worlds light wont ease my pain. It wont cease, I’m diseased, will you hang me please? I’m a nihilist raised on violence. What do i do? I’m American youth. All my life I’ve lived in silence. I’m gonna snap. I’ll get you back.
I’m a girl. I’m only thirteen. My body rots ‘cause I wont fucking eat. I’m a silent star on the B-roll. I’m the mirror fucking image of no control. Give me an award, I conquered food again. What else is better in life than to purge my pain? If I cut. I wont look like that. If I cut, if I cut, I wont feel like this shit.
We are kids. We think life is a scam. We come from wasted land.
We are kids. We like punk, rock and roll. If we didn’t, we got no soul.
We are different fucking kids with the same heart beat. We’ve got one pulse running through the streets. They are our arteries.
I am a part of this.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this task and don’t ask why. It’s not a question but a lesson learned in time. It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
I found you hanging on their words from the noose you let them tie around your neck. It took thirteen years for you but you count the rest of the aches and pains and medicines mean nothing, if you can’t feel your skin. Little boys and girls, it seems like hell but worth more than you can take.
She stutters steps through dreams and to relatives it seems, that history just hasn’t happened yet. You’re worth more than this to me, you’re worth more than you can see. I don’t care what the book says girl, you didn’t die in vain.
Yeah, so i’m already dead on the inside but i can still pretend. With my memories and photographs i’ve learned to love the lie. I wanna know what its like to be awkward and innocent not belligerent. I wanna know what it’s like to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah. Let me in, let me in to the club ‘cause i wanna belong and i need to get strong and if memory serves I’m addicted to words and they’re useless in this department.
But all I could was close my eyes, cross my heart and hope to die ‘cause you don’t fucking listen when I’m around. The least you could do is take it back; all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks ‘cause I can’t fucking stand it when you’re around.
&I dont know where ive been. &I dont know what im meant to. &I dont know what ive done to me.
&As I watch you disappear into the ground, my one mistake is that I couldnt let you down. So I’ll waste my time & I’ll burn my mind on Miss Nothing, Miss everything.
Last night I fell in love without you. I waved goodbye to that heart of mine beating solo on your lawn.
Last night I fell in love without you. The coup-de-grace that set me off would’ve made for decent fiction.
Last night I fell in love without you. The stars at night aren’t as big and bright as you make them out to be.
And every aching wound will cauterize and bruise.
And only time will tell if violins will swell.
In memory of what we used to call in love.
In memory of when we used to call it love.
Why can’t you finish what you started?
I’m completely bored with every single word and nothing ever works and this juvenile search is systematically revealing to me, that I need a new approach.
I thought of all the things I’d like to say.
Cramped up and couldn’t write a word all day.
I just waited for my world to fall apart.
That’s why I’ll never finish anything I…